Radio Ga Ga...Radio Goo Goo...Nathan likes soul patches...there was some irony there, no? And that favorite word! P. Digi. I didn't want to leave him...and when he came to me. There's work to be done. No need to cling. My last week at Edinburgh I went to Musselburgh...upon a trail I sat next to a small standing p(b)ond..two swans remained. I turned around. The ancient lava flow intact. Spires upon the ancient flow. Gazing upon the distance...like the GaGa song...something running through...Swans understanding upon a flow...possibly a momentary lapse, and yet for the stage to be set...to wittness...there's more to the story...shall we pretend? Moving along. Moving along. By the numbers. Silos unite. It's all under control, but what happened? Could any matter deny this...of what interest would it be to carry on in such a manner. She was simply to be trapped. He had a role to play...and yet, all that was planned...it was a mirage. Something else happened. To pretend? I witness grey hair. I guess matters are lost, though I'm not at a loss. I wonder what's happening here? He was red once, like Gaga...He had the role. I was to be delivered. Must we pretend? I never let him go. Does he follow? It's not as if, I couldn't fathom, he isn't to follow. Who could I possibly be? When it's all about the mirror...That cage. He's lonely. I know it. Why? The mirror will be at a loss. So again, in this time, we pretend. Stay strong Red Baron. Sir Rockefeller...East Coast king...I loved him...it was through his wife...she's pure beauty...not in the mirror...something else...She's a teacher btw...I think of her when Michael comes into work...She doesn't know Michael but she should...It's a kindred soul matter...Jordan, lol. The meat wall...that shirt? Pretty airy....I'd say...meaning it stood out, to me. Meaning before we turn around, I already knew it was you. And as I work my routine, and you have that expression...It's not as if I'm happy over any of this. I didn't mean to disturb...If we go back to Moreland Ga, and follow what happened. When the matriarch pulls my hair as we hug among other matters...when the mind can handle a lot...before I can even have the opportunity to learn the given language...when I am shipped off, though I never expected that, to Scotland...and to trace the designs among the kind manners in the mirror. I was hurt beyond belief. It's always an after the fact matter. Much like me and Nathan. It's after the fact. I'm hurt. He will be the only one to get it. No one else. Most likely it will remain the same, among the layers...R.I.P. despite dedication. I can take the hit. I'm here. All will pass, k(no)w matter what. Let's just tune-in to the machine to tune-out. The show must go on! Nathan, upon New Orleans...I just think he thought I wasn't there...he was caged up. I know him like I know me. Still, we can all carry on as if that didn't happen. To think upon our pursuits...what else should matter. He's sad. I know it, even if all looks well in the mirror. And by all means, matters could have passed on and I'm still here, but that doesn't preclude what happened. A network would have had the memo of what was followed of me, 5th avenue New York, oh captain my captain...and he had his role...and it wasn't fair to him at all. I hold to that. To treat him in that way. By all means, take my blood, but leave him alone. He never deserved that. It's not fun and games for any of us. Treat him better. No exclamation...just a sobering focus.
