* Living under the heady cast of the Juniper tree ; an existence founded over sweeter decay
* It thatches a callous scabbing for us to build upon but releases gases from beneath that humour our sleep-waking state
* Everything is yield to its medicated sterility yet, as time passes, things become more vulnerable to rotting conditions : loose pore attachment splits in nails soft grey flakings withdrawn circulation moisture fluctuating body tempature unattached thought disorientation thoughtless and extreme mood forgotten bursts of severe aggression ...
* Fertile tiny flies travel through the sponge of everything : they balance this environment
* Disquieted woozy days and slum summer and guests who feel foreign when our displays spill over... it’s all mallatuned
* Small tumbles, injury and self care shelved
* Entertainment is imperative jar in mit distraction is key merry made and merry go round and kilter unkeen and one patient taking care of the other patient crying jokes at each a smother unkept nesters bruises and guestures emotionally infested infantasy investment ingested under the guidance of the Juniper tree.... the botchful why of the juniper