monday blues, the start of the week and i'm feeling awkward, very strange, a creeping malaise has crawled into my spine and i feel some what ambivalent about travelling, i should be ecstatic but i am strangely numb. i take pan for a long walk, he catches the frisbee, i grab a coffee and ponder the papers then i meet amalia who is also going away, we both feel somewhat less than we know we should, it's very strange. we drink amazonian drinks and then decide to get out nails done at the nail doing place but when we walk in we are both overcome by fumes and toxic odours that engulf our lungs and infect our neural networks, amalia starts growing wings and i feel myself falling down a rabbit hole, i reach for the door but the fumes are powerful and they have gripped me hard.
a mad hater yells some abuse at me
a cheshire cats floating mouth attempts to bite me
a dodo dies
a caterpillar smokes a joint with me and a friendly gryphon and when we get stoned we mock a turtle
later the hatter invites us to a tea party where they serve us blueberries but amalia and i know they are really raspberries, we call them on it and the queen of hearts threatens to chop of our heads but amalia shoots her in the head and we escape with some cake and some tea.
strange but true