Writing lesson: If your fingers have a mind of their own let them loose every so often. Smoke will rise from your finger nails. You will wonder at the clouds and perhaps hang a picture on the wall before it’s late. Nobody will know!

Ever was there a yes so big and sure of foot. Ever to greet her with a sad smile outside a fancy rectangle. A small meatloaf was prepared with an eye for me. It was done in the afternoon sun for the conception. The infant has no eyes and a big screaming mouth. It was an albino with four arms. This is how the story started..