On Water:

Like a hibernating bat whose dew droplet, disco ball covering insulates it from the cold vastness of its cave
so the ocean and atmosphere protect the planet from turning to permafrost
Consider the atmosphere our amnion; the ocean, the fluid within
And like the liquid cloak of the sleeping bat, our water condensed here

around 2003

SEVERE NARCISSISM (no more show 'n tell)

when they no longer see the beauty in you
you let them to it

let them write a poem
let them make an object
let them work to save something

let them misunderstand every intention
let them allow whatever luster that they
varnished you with evaporate

then let them in their own mind
try and find the magic they thought you'd provide
and just get back to your own goddamn thing

you are the only one who'll ever believe in yourself
and there is no showing to anybody

crypto currency is currently the front line of war

My beard gets longer as I get older because I either get lazier  or busier.

I think I have to believe: whether I like it or not.

Even at 50 I still feel to the games too late.

Recent instructions to self; you should probably slow down.

bye bristol, fckin loved you

Nature is an accountant...therefore; there will be accounting.

Punctuation is the way to pin down the cadence of your words.

Just because nobody else does it; does that make it wrong?

We handled our waste ok up until we invented shit.

Whoever taught anybody that standing back and blankly staring at something was 'taking it in'?

When Eric said,
'I rather prefer George Orwell'
(in a letter to his publisher)
David Bowie was trumped by fifty years or so

I am the black hole that consumes the sun that shines out your ass.

Elixir for Cancer
Belief in the next Generation

If you don't want to ruin a story never write a story.

The seals marine between frontiers and those that close a letter

I feel like i'm feeding the entire slug population for miles around.

To anybody with money to burn,
Spend it on scientific exploration.

We build a bridge to clear the chasm,
They build a bridge to stand the middle.

Possible book title 2:

'Travelling to Jeruselem on an Electric Ass'

If I were able to entertain, she would be the first guest on my list.

Possible book title:

I might be remiss in some of the facts; but I didn't make this shit up.

ride with maggie

I hope there is a quiz when we die.

If you can't share it with somebody
It's no good

Have no fear...keep faith.
You will discover a reason for your bad habits when it suits you.

There is no value to your visions if you don't follow them to fruition.

Caribbean. I was telling a rasta friend one time about how much I liked the guinness down there, the foreign extra stout is gorgeous.

He looks at me and says:

"Tyler mon, six guinness and a toke off a joint and you send the girl retarded"

ODE TO TOM WAITS

spent a little of the afternoon with an ikea -

child's play...it's no hoffman or morris or even chippendale
but man, what a great little piece of engineering
what fun it was for me, to briefly play once again with an erector... set...

Back in those days there was candlelight, war, thought and nature.
Sex and love was either a bonus or a problem.

I think god has been waiting for us to divorce ourselves to a degree from her for a long time...been waiting for our weening.

I believe this is why we've seen no prophets in 1500 years.

This is not an advocation of atheism.
I

So Orwell is gone, three days before being brought to a Swiss sanatorium.

In a letter a year before to a friend:

 'I hope they don't send me to one of those Swiss sanatariuns with 'magical properties'.'

The thing about electrictal cars is that pedestrians can't hear them.

be mad, not angry

Cocaine: people tend to use it as a way to stay up and stand up into a world they're not sure about.

Does dancing with oneself constitute a dismissal of sanity?

A good workbench is beguiling.

We have this thing called imagination;
 it really sets us apart

When you tell a story 50% must be fiction or else it's not interesting; the other 50% must be the truth or else it's obvious that you don't know what you're talking about.

There's no question, we've become good at being good at ourselves.
The question is: Are we smart enough to like ourselves and be kind.

after 11? years here...first time with the black pudding...in the pan...damn...tis good

well, i've read i'd say 90% of orwell's output now: i've read the personal letters that have been collected from about age 17 onward to his personal friends, then publishers, then contemporaries (that he signed 'yours eric blair' up until his death) and all of the associated novels...i've read all the essays he wrote on subjects ranging from english cooking to communism, i've read all of the 'london letters' that he wrote to the partisan review in new york throughout the war years and his infomercials to india via the bbc...i've read hundreds of his book reviews and his critiques from dickens to koestler to twain. i've read his blurbs while editing the tribune and his spanish war diaries...but i have not yet read 'homage to catalonia' (which i probably won't)...'animal farm' or '1984'...(which i will)

in the chronological 'letters and essays' that i'm reading it's 1943/4, there remain air raids every night in london but no bombs drop. people are now confident that hitler will be defeated. the fact that he was shot through the neck in the spanish civil war is far behind him.
he has only six years to live..he's 40..he's just starting animal farm
he's someone i definately would've wanted a beer with.

They say laughter is the best medicine but I actually think it's saliva.

I apologize to him, his seventh isn't so bad after all.
.....I take that back, listen to the 5th again and compare.

There is a certain amount of strength you must have to follow up your ideas...this is not the same as having some stupid ideas and standing by them.

My bulls are not bulls, they're vacuums.
My cows are not cows...nor my people..etc.

I've always tried to make Art without Propaganda.

if you don't entertain yourself
somebody else will

I don't want you to know whether I am criticising something or celebrating it...this is the basis of most of my work.

I love that she doesn't know how appliances work.

the greatest days of your life are unlikely to be recorded

The Journals of Cook
some kind of poem about....windows 10
and Orwell

self portrait, 'truedear', easton, bristol. 2016.

Time spent; descending

John Milton's Paradise Lost....1(less than equal sign)2,  years

Plato's Republic...8 mos

the Koran...3 mos

Cook's journals...ongoing.

Never be in doubt on your bicycle

I had a dear professor who said they'll never remember what you do in the middle
Only the beginning or the end

I am reminded of that when I realize that no matter what...we are all destined
for another kickstand

bullfight, 2016,

Did I read that right?

View from first Bristol flat - terrarium with foxes.

see below: that's not a good mantra

A 'one thing' i fought against my whole life was setting boundaries
I believed boundaries...primitive

Now i find myself having to set boundaries, within myself
And I believe without as well

I may at some point regret not writing more. I hope it's not a big one.

outside front door, 2016.

mantra:
i am always having the best party i've ever been to

 bathroom shelf instructions:

I think a union is a faster way to war.

I am a coward

I refrain from comments that will get me killed

My life is about proving me right.

FLIP
 
Pepper, Dixie, Birdie, Roman, Mooser, the old man
Blonde puppy - boxer - died
Had that pitbull/shepherd that jumped in car
found owner, gave back

Then JB - then Jack, Jack was the last dog.


Tippy, YoYo, Hashy, Spencer, Votive!!!
One died of leukemia
one got ran over on old topanga rd
don't remember most of their names

Would it be really cheeky if I said that I did the flat in my spare time?

AMERICAN EXPRESSIONISM

all a boy wants
is his thumb up his ass

For Gerard

Accidentally mixed a lemon with a newcastle brown...tastes great.

Thinking of Prince. Napoleon death mask, Magritte.  1937.

kalamata olives.
kumamoto oysters.

    








   
    It's nice to not need the translation.

When I eat I am like a cow or a spider
not chimpanzee

In response I said 'everything for a reason, and a reason for everything'...it worked

Think of the vacuum as a tool. Not one that you pull out once a week, but one you use briefly everyday.

Overlooked is Dali's relationship to Gala. To, not with.

Art is tediousness.

I find that when art enters into social commentary without extreme sublety it diverges into cartoon.

FoR rIchaRD

Tonight...drank the John Smiths.

the sleaford mods.
john cooper clarke.

I have'nt learned too much lately...never a good thing...but understandable.

I heard a politician say "behind every statistic there is a human being"...and I thought to myself....geez...maybe you should start with knowing there's milk in your lunchbox.

On the 2016 Us presidential election(s)

plato was flippin smart

larry's bay window

looked huge as a boy
the expanse of the screen
more interesting...briefly
than the world beyond

every afternoon
became a terrifying agent
and cooked every fly
that tested it

I believe that the lascaux paintings were so subversive the artist had to climb all the way into a cave to do them.

All art comes from the dark side. All utility comes from the light side.

2013.

Ugh...I'm not sure I'm meant for all this weight.

Given for free...late feb, 2016

Note to you...it's a carpenters square.
Note to self: the stone roses.

caro...anthony caro...
is caro dead? Frink
Dame elisabeth frink

On News Publications

The news should not be targeted to us that are over 40. We should be left in peace; the news should be interesting only to those 20 to adult.

Writing allows one no need for other's bad quotes.

Nanny's soup; 4hrs.
four hours.

She yelled at somebody else!..verbally killed a boy...on my behalf...she was spectacular! You should've heard her.

You can tell here, even on the streets, that boys are more precious...that ain't too cool.

Him make her walk on ice, I pay for it.

driving out of wales

As I get older I feel like complaining less. (yes, that's true)..
As I get older I don't have the energy to complain. (yes, that's true)..
But really, as I get older, I see things more clearly...
And things really are clearly complaint less.

I have no 'my people' thank god.

Brush your teeth with a razor, your gums will likely bleed.

If it comes naturally, it's because you forced it.

Friends, pshaw!
I´ve me own conscience.

We think we know people...in fact...we act like it.

Vacuuming contributes to species extinction.

Getting off Facebook will not help.

On making oneself laugh:

Nobody else will do it for you
Do not do it at somebody elses expense
Try and do it everyday

The ULTIMate importance...is to make yourself laugh.

If you don't eat you fall.
Fail...falafel.

Newts.  Good batch.
One squeeked when you picked it from the pond by it's tail...(it wasn't looking)

Don't ever let jealousy thwart you. Yours, or theirs.

I am happy...astounding.
This is so you remember....stay cool boy...love you...

I think...tis all about love. You decide.

fishing at dyffryn mouth, 2013.

from the 'notepad' on the android over the course of a few months

LIFE AS A FORM OF TRAVEL

I.

vane chet  ·
upload cv to all job sites
i look about and see people fitting in...everybody fits...what happened to me?
all saints music
and b 52's
the blue lagoon has one star and the tequila sunrise is oranged over ice  both for 4 and there are vests, suspenders and ponytails
trainman says 'have a good evening sir despite the weather'.
its called comedy...but it's really just bellyaching
horses sorely missed

II.

clean water onion garlic saffron
thai soya knorr fish cube and quality
anchovie in oil
small button mushrooms quatered plum
tomatoes frozen spinach one filet
frozen pollack....cayenne pepper and gozo
salt crystals....let it be
wild mushroom broth and wild mushrooms
pour over basmati when tuna steak that
was added last cooked and falling apart
2 litres water...2 hrs

III.

ball peen venus - penus
democratictator
democratic art is generally bad art dark matter being a super unfocused laser

dream  - shephered named cobalt  feb 2?..2015
checkout muse

When will people wake up to the fact that tattoos are actually ugly and stupid?

Water + Animal = Broth
Broth - Animal = Dishwater

When you anoint yourself...please be mindful
Of those who enter the elevator after you.
You stinky people.

The Weird Lady

I thought 'geez..she must be impressed at my exquisite folding'
Turns out, she was only waiting for the dryer.

As you get older you seek out annoying things.

A thing with the t.v. is that it can make one feel as though they are participating with the world.

Vanessa not greedy

Facebook is Obligation. Twitter is Adulation.

If you go out in my town there is Nadine
nicotine patches piled behind her ear while she interrupts her smoke
'how are you?' 'hello, hi tyler hi' and she tells her carer that she's not coming
because she's coming across the road to see me...

Andrew screams seldom (that I've heard)
his carer comes to me and says 'he's asking for you'
In a crowded bar I politely tell Andy I don't smoke anymore
But yeah lets go out...he's satisfied with this

If you go out in this town
SMILE...in Boulder or LA
I remember it was very nice in Grenada
Nicaragua

In America we are taught to shoot to kill because if we only wound we get sued.

Just had the kids over on their summer hols and now know why parents everywhere celebrate the advent of the smartphone.

There is nothing growing at a faster rate than memory.

Current events is a bad habit.

A hacker is someone who stays up all night figuring out how to do it for free.

What you see above is a small slice.

Malleability begs manipulation.

I know when it's done when I can't stop staring at it.

First photos, pounded lead figure, July 2014

on route to hospital

Before I say something embarrassing I nod my head in agreement.

There are few things more poignant than a three thousand year old baby rattle.

Your silence should be as weighty as your input.

Would've been nice to know when we were young that things were more permanent than we thought.

Shame that a human's voice clears at about the same time their head clouds.

I've a small black ipod that's been on random for ten years
and still works; paid 65 pounds, that's good value for money
I've a big white ipod that's been in a drawer for 20 years;
I maintain hope that one day I'll meet one who can get at it.
 

I generally think of my grandfather while enjoying my shave
I wrote a poem about it; the swishing about, the sound of the blade
But recently I think of a younger man who, due to upbringing and nature
Classifies as a Public Threat...(grandpa was one too in a nice way)

And though it's important to recognize the potential in the predator
The poor soul slices himself up terribly while shaving
Even with his newfangled razor, the dexterity just isn't there.
And watchfulness of a threat swaps shift with empathy toward a victim.

Even the prospect of food temporarily satiates hunger.
Hope is a physiological trigger.

Taking photos is a shameful way to be involved.*

*note to self - say this in 100 different ways

I have come to realize that there is nobody I do not like; that there is only those who scare me.

On Horses, Pigs and Chimps

At times it seems that the closest human relative is the Lamprey.

She asks 'why don't you attend philosopher night?'
Without pause I say because I'm just a fledgling
(trying to be funny; who in their right mind would ever attend a 'philosophy' night?)

You need to take care of your air-
It's a very thin, delicate thing and maybe your technology can be developed to cope
You will not be able to curb yourselves; your appetite. You will not be able
to stop cutting trees, drive less, get things around etc. Your air will suffer, and you should
take pains to look at that problem
I see a day when huge, cubical, bigger than building conditioners dot the landscape 

You need to reconsider (actually, you'll have to) your energy source-
Feeding off fossil fuels isn't sustainable for you as a species
Maybe get familiar with magnetics or something, or achieve the holy grail
of fusion; I see a day when a small ball of light provides all the energy we need

Take a plastic bag. You can burn it, bin it, toss it in the sea;
The philosopher in you will out the answer- 'SAME' - entropy
It does well and is human and healthy to think about it.

I was always taught that showing up unprepared was worse than not showing up at all
To this day I believe a bit of that; and have had to write many letters explaining my lack of presence;
Due to my lack of pencil.

Write when thoroughly awake or just before.

The radio. calm, you paint your own picture
'may the gods of war preserve him for me'
and may radio make its comeback

Every single piece of sculpture that I have made
Is a piece of time etched into my memory

I remember the smells, particularly
I remember the setting and the weather
I remember the impulse and desire
I remember all that went around it

This is one of the beautiful things about art for an artist
There are so many occurrences in the rest of my life
That I can't know or comprehend as well
Though I strive too

As a rule; there is no worth in meeting new people past an age.
It is important to not stop breaking rules.

Audrey is nine years old
She is the goddaughter of my partner, ours
We spent a great week this past summer with her
At her grandparents place in the south of France
I spent too much of that time pacing the garden
With Long Walk to Freedom
When Audrey recently learned of Nelson Mandela's death
Apparently her immediate response was 'poor Tyler...'
(as if he were a relative of mine or something)
Ha!....Aren't kids spectacular??!!!

learning to trust

I am not 'anal'
Nor a perfectionist
I am particular

Vane's wreath, 2013

Revolutions are great and I am an admirer of nearly all of them. I think however,
That if I were to start one, I might target something smaller...
Packing peanuts say

You'll encounter many voices
Some you'll read, some you'll hear, others will be 'live'
Look through them if you can
Use your eyes to pierce the cacophony
Never doubt what you think you see
In other words; try not to question
That which you're sure you've seen

The philosopher is simply one who has a difficult sense of humor.

The only time I feel truly ok is when I know I'm not causing a bad time for somebody else.

We believe in god because we haven't met a superior.

I find myself getting upset with inanimate objects:
come to think of it, why shouldn't I? The toaster, the broom, the phone, the rugs
paint cans, toolbox, utensils, toothbrush, razors, ovens, microwaves, de-humidifyers
light bulbs, batteries, sockets, shoes, laundry detergent butter cup, coverings

And I get upset so rarely

You love before gaining the right to reprimand.

Geez...in a somewhat buoyant mood I was walking down the street when I noticed in a window display a nice rolled up wool blanket with a label on it that advertised 'RECYCLED' and it just ruined my errand. I mean shit, the welsh shepherds can't give their wool away, most gets binned. They get peanuts per sheep, which need to be sheared in the spring anyway or else they'll die of insulation (don't get me started on how welsh lamb goes to France and British lamb comes from New Zealand), but yet, THEY want me to pay MORE for a recycled wool blanket, made from what? a collection of old underpants?
It's the little things that are really annoying. We handle the big bad news because it's usually far away. But it's the little things that are the problem. The problem is not the internet, or the TV. It's the little things that we see everyday, stomach, and go on with our errand. We stomach the idiocy. Bury it with KFC. Our bad habits, be they drugs, sitcoms, alcohol or murder mysteries, are most likely forged from an attempt to sterilize this idiocy.
Are we truly the sheep? To be marketed to like that?
For f(**&ks sake, you can gather bushels of wool just by walking around the fields here and gathering the stuff that the wind has blown into the fences...please...at the very least,
make me a nice new wool goddamn blanket.
Sometimes living amongst humans is unbearable.
Now, what was that errand? Oh yeah...weatherstripping.

I hate it when I don't win, in poker, for example
When I don't win the world is not right
When I don't win everything is fucked up

That land belongs to the Indians by right and to the descendents of slaves by circumstance and we should give it all back.
It's turned into an untidy little experiment.

V, D, D, P, E, G, J, J, N, K, W...Grimm Brothers, N, L, S, G and D.
I disagree..man strives to be better than the Reality

We stumble headlong after a future that won't wait up.

Live your life in a way that you're never mistaken for somebody else.

Never, ever, threaten violence. If need arises you use it.

Don't  leave something behind that does more harm than good.

And maybe I like you not because you understand me but because you forgive me.

I lost the genius award when I was young because my question was posed at least 60 seconds after hers.

 On power:

The Russians feel shortchanged and want to push their weight around the States

Genius is purpose through accident.

On a blanket:

If I'm cold I tend to grab the first thing at hand's grasp or arm's reach
which oftentimes makes me look like a fool

And for Mr. Mandela:

I spent twelve hours on each of five days
which I'm now thinking
may be equal in worth to your ten thousand
on account of your story

On kids:

Wow, the fridge really takes a beating.

To Parents:

You will only think of the answer afterwards
It's important to have an answer meantime

On Birds and Cats:

The violence among Kruger lions on my tv,
exactly amongst Blue-tits in my garden.

On narcissism:

I once wrote that there's never been an artist worth salt that hasn't admired themselves at least from the elbow down.

Francis Bacon may have been a dirty, bi-sexual, untidy, drink loving sex crazed lunatic that the public and publicity pushers tried to reveal in his beat-up, bloated face, but why do you think he always had his sleeves rolled up? They ever take a good look at those forearms and hands?

And Picasso, history has slathered over the intensity of his stare; his big black, round, powerful eyes; but have they ever payed attention to how that guy held his paintbrushes? The power and dexterity was in his forearms. You ever see photo's of the man in sleeves (while working)?

As for me, I was terribly critical of myself from the elbow down when young. But I've grown into them.
They're my lifelong companions, these forearms; as well as a history book. They are the things that have been in my field of vision more than anything else in my life, and I'm astounded by their beauty everyday.

Woe to the man who holds in them anything destructive, woe to the man whose forearms are scented only by the handling of fiat, woe to the man who can't admire his own hands with wonder and satisfaction.

'how close I came by eye',  Grille retaining wall construction, setting of 5' slate slab hoofed over 1.2 miles from a long abandoned mountain farmstead.  Lion cottage  06/2013.

On Maths:

Not unlike any other pursuit; banking, legalizing, social careing, rubbish collecting, particle smashing, athleticizing, ad infinitum...an artist can only make good art by devoting at least 80% of their energies to it.
Doing it or contemplating it; it must be the thing that between eating, sleeping, scheduling, lending an ear, being accountable, sharing, ad infinitum...one thinks about most.

This two thirds and a bit ratio also applies to say...grilling steak and onions...the onions (cooked whole, within their skin) will take roughly 3 times as long as the steak.

A little over half may be the golden ratio (1.618...)
but two thirds and a bit is the proper operating ratio.

On habits, people and possessions:

Leaving things is more difficult than a lot of other human experience
On people, you don't have to
On habits, you can if you want to
On possessions...burning them is excellent fun

On appliances:

When I was young the microwave was maligned;
Technology from mars! My god, can't be trusted.
The television is benign, the refrigerator malignant.

On refrigeration:

I cook what I'll eat tomorrow(s). I eat and enjoy what I did yesterday(s).
This is not on purpose, just seems to have become....
Without a fridge I'd eat raw, recently living things and though I don't approve of it as fad,
I understand the Asian penchant for dancing octopus, prancing squid

To Youth:

Do it while young. Don't expect that you'll do it one day
Taking commands from fools is much easier old
Do not waste your young self on insulating for the future

On work:    (unfinished)

It's weird, when I work;  it used to be that I had to continually sweep up my work area as I was disturbed by bits sticking to the bottom of my boots. My footing was important.
Now, even when I'm building hard and dirty like a stone wall, I feel the need to periodically wash my hands.
I don't think that an artist feels the impulse to necessarily control the work, but I've come to believe that most
feel a deep desire to control the environment in which the work is created.
Maybe that's why many of them dress oddly. Work well only in one location, and tend to cocoon.

On economics:

People justify what they can't afford by what they save. As go individuals so go nations.

On Faith:

I was in England for two days and on the third was invited to go north by an acquaintance of friends so i said ok and threw my wood box luggage into the back of his smart car. He drove like a maniac, smoked twenty joints in the first hour and kept jamming these things he called 'poppers' up his nose. It was raining hard and at ninety miles an hour he tried to pass a rig and the spray pushed our smart car off the motorway, into the 'central reservation' as he called it later. I remember my heart not skipping a beat.
In Newcastle upon Tyne he'd tell me to keep my mouth shut before entering one of the many 'rough' pubs he took me to; he was invariably cast out, I got on fine.
He was a lunatic, but for some reason I never questioned my decision to go with this stranger on this journey.
He delivered me very early on a January morning into the ruins of Lindisfarne.
He knew the tides.
I walked around Holy Island alone under a three quarter moon (he didn't bother to get out of the car) on that
cold morning, and admit to not being able to resist driving my knees into the grass of that ancient nave. Extraordinary.

Drive by:

Took a few hundred miles to chuckle and not stop when badges, middle road displayed.

It took a few hundred miles more to adjust to threatening arms and cordially wave.

To the DIYer-  Carpentry:

Wood lives on way after cutting it down
even 'kiln dried' wood reflects, deflects;
cellular structures can't be depended upon
fastening is most important, after logic.
screws are ok, particularly the new ones
nails generally are better, glue is the best
A lot of the work you do will not be seen
though the aging response of it will
it is imperative that this invisible work
be done strong, thoroughly, and logical.
When your hands get dry rub your head
plants (even dead) love human grease best
You can not bang construction together
it's piece by piece, go slow and look (stare)
by far your sense of touch is required most
You can be rough, you're will is the builder
Use fewer tools; your fingertips, fingernails
and your palms will do in nearly all finishing.

On bonds:

What is important is not that all things are connected (interconnectedness?) for two things can be locked in combat no?
Is it not the type of bonds that hold things together of more importance and of more worth?

On addiction:

I would rather deal with demons while living than meet them unexpectedly upon dying.
There's no need for surprises.

- written in response to learning of a university pal's lifelong addiction/battle/love affair with cocaine.

On man:

The only thing a man needs in his life is a woman strong enough to say 'No'.
Otherwise he'd steal, maraud and conquer.
I surmise that Genghis, Alexander and dare I mention him...Hitler
did what they did because they were bereft of a good woman.
The domain of No is the land of women.

On excellent wordplay:

It's easy to be a Freud
All you have to do is ask.

my dream of april 11 sprung me from the bed
it was early and was only able to race down for a few notes; these aren't them-

we were invited to a lady's art opening, all was good and happy and wholesome
seems she was a friend of my mother's, who was there-
mom looked beautiful, very young in the face, with a band holding back her hair
i told her so and kissed her on the cheek
you and i looked around and liked the exhibit, we were actually pleasantly impressed
towards the back were less artistic things, more...arts and crafts
and there was glitter spread around the floor,
that turned into footprints
of gold glitter
led to an area with a lot of small things and a pricelist
which was made from construction paper, black, with gold and silver writing
like from one of those kids pens
i found a couple of christmas tree ornaments, thought they were cool
said..."we should buy one of these for my mom"
they were twenty five quid each and you said we should buy both
we argued over that as i thought just one would do
examining it while contemplating it i turned it over
the engraving of the artists name was on the underside:
'cristina thirsten'
then looked at you and said 'christmas cows!' and woke in a start, like a bomb
i was bounced out of bed
ran downstairs and wrote:

'cristina thirsten, x-mas cows'...underlined.

had coffee...went back to bed. have found no info about either on the www
not that i expected it.

On our similarity to flowers:

I am a happy spring
Hard like daffodil