Tinish the dog-faced baboon on Allamayu's shoulder

no but if i did i would have a monkey called Dominic on my shoulder that would steal fruit and bacon sandwitches so i'd never be tired of running from the last people i stole from.

he'd pick my nose when i snaped my fingers, but on long journeys, would have the anoying habit of chewing my wallet and whine about the bad weather.

pre-connection, people tend to be surprised that beneth the surface lies something that will chalenge their way to view themselves, to touch ideas of a new kind, and of a calm that comes over them.

The Path

a melody in my ears, the cold on my skin, a small market and all it's sights and smells, the long walk with the ever expanding 'to Google' list of my wandering mind, my last cup of coffee, the long goodbye before my gf went on holiday, going back on fond moments, and walking on my path.

...and remembering to forget what i just wanted to remember