like rot at home

fine wed, spent partly- halfly- in bed with ursula, under and fm933.

ego and confidence and patience and passion oozing out of me, like jam. jam out of limb toast in tupperware. prof not v encouraging nowadays; fire erupting soon within; no sense of urgency, jus that of doom.

inheritance, propagation, deer, purple, single line of blood, handicap- the resounding themes in the story. the play across time, the heaviness and maturity of the women in the family, the wise overhead that speaks to complete the picture- privileged with knowing.

awaking to hesitation each morn, no rush. plans only for the day. passive passion- nay- passionate passivity- better. when will the adventure come?

breakthru