autumn day, bright blue skies with a nibbling cold upon the skin, that stillness permeates almost everything, some birds hidden away in the various camouflage make sounds, different strange little blasts, squeaks, high pitched wails, blurts, squeals, cooing, crowing, whistling, tweets, warbles, it's busy out there in the bushland as a cacophony of sound fills the air.
here i am in my moominland, wandering with invisible friends, peaceful creatures that move between the veil, dreaming in time, safe innocent adventures. 
ah dr. crack i wish you were here with me, listening to your favourite song, 'timothy leary's dead' we would plan a trip, explore some strange extreme environment, discuss the world of man, revel in some beauty or truth. i miss you old friend, you were fucked in the head but a beautiful spirit, magick. not a day goes by when i don't think of you, i always laugh at yer clowning, that beaten up old bmw held together with string and tape you would pick me up in it rain or shine, your carnivorous capers in the cities underground secret butchers, those waitresses you would flirt with, the strippers you would hang out with holding on to every word you uttered, man of mystery, we had our hedonistic nights out, and plenty of laughing to be had. 
and your evil twin brother, that fucking maniac who got me drunk with nicole kidman and tom cruise, my last ever drinking bout. good old ivan on the last train to bombay saved my skin that night, he's gone now, you two must be waiting for me on that last train, keep ordering up those spicy dishes, i'll have a sparkling mineral water.
remember when you came back from singapore, i dragged you to see thomas dolby and you fell off your chair when he played, 'evil twin brother.'
ah, it's just not the same without you old friend.
all my friends are invisible.