The Scotto Grotto (org)

what’s up in Scotto’s head right now?

• Full of food.
• Full of love
• A little bit weary
• A little bit warm
• thinking of her, and smiling
• her voice, her eyes, her soul
• thinking of Newt, and smiling there, too.
• slight sunkist orange soda aftertaste
• thinking of textures… food, hair, skin, sharp edges, soft corners, lizard skin, cool and bumpy
• a backrub would be nice
• a monkey in a flowered vest, pushing a wheelbarrow full of pudding
• a pyramid with an eye in it, rosicrucians fighting a war with masons and thelema-folk for no good reason
• an abba song – waterloo
• the loch ness monster
• cross-pod pollination
• soft orange tones, cycling from red to brown and back
• bring home brother’s sound card
• Is she feeling better? I hope so. If not now, soon.
• Is Newt getting better? I think so.
• When did it get dark?
• how many fans are in here? 17, counting computers, printers and the plug in. all whir at a different frequency.
• Shut off 15 of the fans, just leave one machine and one printer in standby
• now I hear the flourescent lights
• when was the last time I heard pure silence? no fans, no traffic, no breathing, no purring?
• I prefer breathing and purring to pure silence.