Muscles

Talk of body builders drinking their own cum – a free dose of protein – is what happened after I was woken at 6am by a tall man who really wanted us to get in a car bound for a psy trance party on Brighton beach. Arriving from a 12 hour, Valium fuelled sleep, it felt possible, but unwise. Arose to find the tail end of another party in our kitchen, and then the stragglers from the first party – the one which swirled from Friday to late Saturday night – a wonderful and inspiring time which glows and gives me a warm tummy when remembered, came knocking at our door. All very well in this time of no time lines; no routines, dancing in the dawn, dosing in the afternoon, leaving my worries piled up on the doorstep to be considered on Monday morning.

Two hours of hospitality is what I extended my guests before kindly but firmly kicking them out. My day has nicely begun with welcome contrasts; me on the right side of sleep for once, while the aliens from last night wish they were where I was.