ugh... it was shaping to be such a good day,
waiting for tomorrow's thunderstorms...
supposedly: coming along to these isles...

   and it was, for some time,
   lying on the bathroom floor -
      **** naked on the cold ceramic tiles...

having just discovered the band OMNIA...
but believe me...
some bands are like that...
     they only work... live...
         nothing prescribed -
                 not some  cheesy greenpeace-esque
video about earth "warrior"...
but live on earth?
   that performance?
                    
come on... if you listen to songs
like fee ra huri,
   saltatio vita,
             the sheenearlahi set,
    morrigan...
   ****... the compact is pricey...
at 15 quid...
     i'm still going to buy it...

rarely can a live album do more
for a band, than a studio album...
   it really makes jethro tull
      piede piper look pale by comparison...
and there's a harp in it!
   and didgeridoo!
        the only time i've seen the point
of having a guitar seem almost
obsolete - no heavy metal solos
                     like *******...

and then...
   see... this is what sort of neighbour
i live next to...
    the man has to send his wife
to mediate a conversation with me...
the first... we ever had...
     in... oh... about 10 years...
           if not more...
and it had to begin on a war footing...
at first she was stunned that
i spoke immaculate english...
everything i said, and i said in english...
she... somehow didn't register
the meaning -
   complaining about my smoking out
of my window,
  telling me i was smoking into
her window, where her sick baby sleeps...
or rather cries most of the time...
   some things i didn't mention
as to why that might be the case...
40+?
      i tried to explain to her property
rights...
   she didn't get it...
i tried to explain to her: but i'm exhaling
in the opposite direction...
she didn't get it...
   i'm not some supernatural entity
that can control the whims of Eloïse
   (deity of the wind)...
she didn't understand that either...
until a second woman had
to step in and make be concede
to a compromise...
       i said to her: o.k. we'll compromise,
you'll see...
- is that a threat?! she replied.
- no!
    off she went sobbing like any woman
might when confronting a man...
****... me...
    but... perhaps she can attach more
emotion to her child that way...
talk to it, make it giggle...
the little ****** has been alive for a year...
and not once... had i heard a genuine
giggle...
    no pain, no pain is perpetual,
no pain is every a barrage,
                  not even a wisdom tooth ache -
at first... when it came:
        i thought it was an ear infection...
but such is the man she had a baby with...
***** can't even talk to me directly,
he has to send his woman
    to implore and cry her crocodile tears...

anyways, as the woman who mediated
the confrontational exchange later
    said -
       so? the sheep is whole, and the wolf
                    is full, no?
i guess so...
         aber, ich bin nicht
                           geben auf die nacht.
there are certain rules: to compromises -
    i am not giving up the night.