Smothering

I'm allergic to most kinds of smothering. I think most people are. Can't go far when you're being gradually suffocated to death by cupcakes and honeypies.
I also have a tobacco allergy that means I swell up, can't sleep and I want to pluck up my eyeballs and scratch the sockets to get the itch away, when I've been exposed to a room full of puffers. (Is it the GM tobacco?) Anyhow, that generally means no parties. However, since June last year, I've been able to go out to pubs.

How did I first find I had this allergy? Four years ago when I was going to a poetry gig at The Dan O'Connel hotel, I drew a series of pictures in my sketchbook. Automatic doodling while I listened to the many brilliant poets on stage. Some of these pictures ended up being about the heavy smoke around me. My automatic pen knew what was going on before I realised why I was getting sick and had a talk to a GP. She said stay away from places with smoke. I insisted that I couldn't do that. So I got steroid nasel spray. It worked for a bit then na... besides steroids have problems of their own, even in small doses. (And I'm not talking about hairiness. That sort of thing doesn't bother me.)

Anyway, I got used to the idea of not socialising and made a really rough animation out of the automatic sketches.

Anomalies/ having problems with other's problems

IF they can sell their products to you, they want you… on a you buy us, we buy you basis. Then they can direct you: Oh no you can’t do this, you can’t do that – you can’t – should they want to make your choices seem less than theirs.

And following that agenda, I could apologise to the chair when I stub my toe on it. I’m not sure if the chair can hear me though, because it might be in hibernation mode, which means that it’s amorphous and has no sense of the nasty kick I accidentally gave it. Unlike my little pinkie toe that’s carrying on about its pain. Pinkie-toe is a hypochondriac. It’ll scream itself blue about how the pain is so unbearable it just wants to die and threatens me it’ll turn gangrenous if I don’t chop it off immediately… And then, I could chop my toe off. But, why would I want to do that?

Anomaly
Obscurity
Relativity
Greeting you and me
That’s when we start to see
And I get that part where I’m moving
To a grove that senses its own trove
Of test and treasure the best.
Obscure the big view
Butter the meaning through
And get to the point where
We’re eating the page
Which case studies its own rage.
For denizens are made of switched up sop
And it’s here they're about to drop.

Tinsycat & Goldi: Gaining sense

Kittens are generally curious. But they shouldn’t walk into a sleeping dragon’s mouth, unless they want their whiskers singed.