Monday 0.1

Psychedelic swathes less nutritious than a nervous breakdown. The air gathers momentum before making a final, resounding swoosh over my outstretched, metallic fingers. Acres of striation howl a dangerous game at terrible men in grey suits. My membranes have finally begun to feel absolved, raised up to peer through grimy surveillance implants. Variegated hues drip from the afternoon's warlock grid, and I manage to keep my granules firmly beneath my tongue, by some miracle of carnality.

A crew of skeletons lining the sidewalk hiss their displeasure as cigarettes are tossed blithely into the gutter, the remaining metaphysical feet measuring this reality's armoured sex. I decide, playfully, in the spirit of the hour, to try to steal a kiss from one of them, to no avail. Concrete strokes my madness at the synaptic source, the glitter of a promised ecstasy that masturbates my peripheries. I navigate by skimming familiar curves, the dank sonata of imposed identity massaging dollar-signs in alien climes. A panoramic swirl of oranges and pinks decide to follow Jesus to the bitter end, while the resulting flight of eight to one is naturally delighted by all the attention heaped upon the iambic animal in all of them.

"Hey buddy, good luck trying to keep that mojo fried. Spare any change for a well-wisher?"

Without even turning to look, I know it's another skeleton. Their numbers seem to multiply exponentially with each passing day typed into the ruthless. Nobody had any idea where they came from, or why they had come at all. They clutter up the city streets, panhandling, dancing their strange dances. At night, they hang themselves from lamp-posts and dangle from window-ledges. Unnerving, to say the least. Dusty thighs collapsed in sorrow. They are also renowned for murdering all vestigial traces of incentive in the spring breeze and preaching the need for:

yellow truth

a tax on celebrity anorexia

eternity to gloat publicly on television every so often

a crisis at the barriers between spirit and matter

sunglasses to take their vitamins

dry finances to be stored in jars of sperm