!too fat a foot!

today is a mood for writing, a left hand sort of brain dots a colour or two to do with you.. us and them we are all about, same time, same place, same thing - different string, another note on the same ventricular chord, the same, one vessel in the submerged enviroments beneath our detailed visions. .. as they swim we live to pursue and end.. spherical notations upon the horizon of your dome, mastermind the central style of a king on his thrown.. a mean stare here, a dirty eye there, servants disappear to reappear a clear clean day.. .a day for writing a day to pronounce a seemingly occupied piece of matter, firing electrical stimuli through and through and out the eye.. write back again.. to base with colour you can infinitize the amount of outlines the amount of masterpieces in one masterpiece... only the illustrator will know the true basis, a speculator perhaps watches from the hilltops of the shoulder, quite the beholder..