Feb.21st 1990 Day breaks on mercurial Wednesday .a wiff of incense pickles the minds of several people waiting at the bus que.The sun rises above the tree and roof tops and a man sneezes loudly while two women look at each othwr and exchange familar signs meaning " shall I say it, or will you" The sun travels across the early morning sky eating up a cresent moon. its last silver sliver fades into blue. A worker from the shreaded Wheat factory rides past on a bike whistling a Beatles song from the last time he was awake.Possessed by that tune and it has stayed ever sin_ -ce his aged face caught; in a scratch in the record of reality twenty years ago today. Bus driver scratches a forest out of his hair and light his ciggertte on the rising sun. Cutting up cheese for her sandwhiches a skool girl slips and slashes the moon into two identical silly looking ple- -ces of an Incomplete jigsaw. The two head phones of a walkman on the bus join in the boys mind where there is a ball of white light encrusted with thick opaque:the crusts he never ate as a child, from the- successive bus journeys to and from work wearing headphbnes.blinkers and lead encased soul. I tortfus^Ni... ,,^ii te .^. ^\f,f, \ » FULLS m »s Mw ite ?n mm m at Spaiftisli m dM Hi. lm\n racist tm tf tims a-; ^ ^ m ^ cwfite tfiM H dm sis f$f ?113; sal^i i :. f™t< ^UIK f2i3i&3 fftas m^M ^ (aW W Ji ^ ^ m MwwW^ii s^titia. ^^ I m M m^i April 30th 1990 I am the flame that burns in chosen preist and the core of every star . I am the magickian and the moon but to him the wheel. the cube in her stooping starlight. To learn this writing of flaming hair. Since I am infinate space because of thee in me. Woman with drunken bright glory-wine s and strange drugs blow out their brains yanked.The evenings were as full sunlight. .. . .Trample in the fierce slendour.joy through the poaver of Asarppo powerfull to protect my serpant memories of those terrible resurrection half known.... .drag down that god..... Bring the glory of the stars argue not. All reason is a lie for their sorrows are but shadows. I write where I am rapid and laughthterful law is writen..... Oh .1 am nothing since I am infinate space. Spaced. Enougth of because be a moon ; „',.. .knowing of the key to rituals. . . .therefore ra'n hard upon existing laws. ...... There is light thick with the perfume of beetles..... I give unimaginable concealment.. .fear, neither despise. Money fears your crapulous creeds. Sweet words they are not of me. Kings are not of me.Wines and wines are of me. Blue lidded daughter of my head in virtuous words-fear not. Division is nothing and deires deatg is ever apon men. Rapid and laugthable law is writen Sylvia A Crowley. The severed entrails and nerve endings hanging out of Mr Mattlock's head as I placed it on the supermarket doorway reminds me. .1 must remember to get some spagetti thes week, ^ tf MifiS fiipK is Si& ^ $f W W: fiUifi^il (BUft^ s^—^ ..*/*"', ^_ 'Y^,.^; ^-