I've come to the conclusion that I want a pet tortoise.
Please suggest names. Its a hard task naming a tortoise. I was thinking Aga Khan. or Suleman (to carry on the family name) or if its a girl Begum something...
Maybe a spanish name (la cucuracha)! or something simple like alfred.
Oh I'm so confused.

Something I'd scribbled on the back of a coaster:

Take me to those woods
(they whisper)
Its all understood
(so kiss her)
Let the rain fall down
(and tease her)
She'll quench your thirst with wine
(you please her)

Aeroplanes and Dragonflies
Purple fruit and canvas skies
Meet the girl with wanton eyes
He has a pocketful of alibis
Like a paper plane made to break the moment it takes off.
Im here. A vase destined to fall.
My words.
They shatter leaking puddles of months old water staining the white floor.

Repetitive cycles, monotonous outcomes..Rereading the book I wrote the ending to.
"Hello" is losing its essense yet "Goodbye" still carries its grief.I see patterns within these blindfolds. I see the stage. I see the act.

Scribble your words until theyre written apparently stateless.
Until they are brittle enough to crumble.
Your drunken words are faceless.
So are mine.
Maps are capable of being excessively strenous to follow. Everystop had sight seeing scenery supplying serenity to my mind but ironically this serenity dwells only temporarily. I'm poisoned in the sense that emotions plague me in injections that are irreversible.
I have a million sweet nothings I'd love to connote to your ears for looking inside me.
He loved her and she loved him
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains
Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halvesOf a lopped melon,
but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legsI
n their dreams their brains took each other hostage
In the morning they wore each other's face
---Ted Hughes