There's a Bucket Full Of Rabbit Shit in the Garage.

 I drew the Ace of Spades with the other card, I'm not mentioning the other card, because I don't want to conjure up it's dark and twisted spirit. That could happen, you know?

  I already knew what was likely in store. I became totally silent, didn't speak of it at the time, I sat there, looking stupid and disturbed, like I'd walked through the British Embassy cocktail party with my skirt tucked in my knickers. Yes, I was shocked. But I wasn't entirely sure who the cards corresponded to, there was too much white noise. So I persevered. 

Keep thinking about the White Rabbit, but don't follow it down the rabbit hole.

I actually had the raging two-bob bits that night, so I thought it could very well be myself. I had drawn my own death card. I could shit myself to death here, and no one would guess.

It wasn't you though, was it. You didn't, did you?

Evidently not. 

Those people died though, but why?

That was the saddest part. We don't know. 

This brings no one peace.

Peace doesn't come from ignorance. First there's the discovery, then the pain.. Peace follows truth, not fallacy. The lesson here is in understanding. Who. Why? We know the how.

I stood up from the grass and my pants were stained, then I noticed you. You looked so young. I didn't recognize your Sport's club colour's, Orange and Green - Or was it Yellow and Brown? That sweatshirt.. No, it was brown and red. Oh I can't remember! You asked me where I'd been? I told you, I can't remember! My phone was not working, everywhere I went there was no signal! You kept on about my disappearance! 

The garden is beautiful, I love the glass verandah. The lush foliage, divine.  But who are the two Oriental girls? They have gone into the kitchen now to make food, that was my kitchen once upon a time -  but oddly I don't feel jealous or resentful, I am resigned. I can't remember anything of my past, or even my present! Those girls look very young.. They stare at me with distrust..

Who is the black man? His eyes are burning into me, full of suspicion. He wants me gone from here.

You can't be here. That's why.

Who is he?

He is the demon. I told you about him before. He isn't here with me, he is actually following you.

No, he is not. I would have noticed. Why are you harbouring him?

You are pure, you wouldn't make air. He knows that, so he is attempting to lead you astray.

So where do I go now?

You have to find the route that was set for your journey. It's in front of you, but there are many paths leading away from your true path, so do not take the wrong one or you will end up back here.

So what, fuck it. Let's just forget it. I last played Snakes and Ladders aged nine, it is of no interest to me these days.

And the game continues. So do not attempt to adjust the mask of someone else before you have adjusted your own. Or back down the snake you will go.

I'm not behind the mask, nor giving up and sliding down. That's not what I meant.

No. Surrender is a different kind of demon. Do not surrender.

Tell me one last time.

The trick still works, don't forget. It's all in the mechanism of your mind. You have to remember how to use it!

 And remember Pluto. Always remember Pluto.

If you look for long enough, at the right time, in your peripheral sight, you can see your fate.

I can't do it.

Yes you can, keep following the path. The light is there, but visible only to the third eye. Open that eye. I have told you many times! Let the Tiger's devour your enemies. There is no obligation for you to do it yourself.

Yes, I will be very interested to see what it's like watching them be swallowed.

You have to leave now.

I'm walking towards the gate. The black man goes ahead of me and opens it. He is staring at me, but I don't look him in the eye, I don't want him to get inside my head.  It now closes quietly behind me. That world is gone, disappeared from view. What was that? What does it mean?

Time to go for lunch Tiny Fair. 

I'm still in that time warp. I was in the matrix.

But which is the matrix, and which is reality?

There is no reality. There is only where we are now.

Tomorrow I aim to be in St Tropez. You onboard?

Yes, why the fuck not. I mean nothing makes any sense so just roll with it.  

Roll with the nonsense.

Until the truth becomes the reality.

Yes, let's do it. And say we did not.

Remember Amsterdam?

Yes, it was fun. 

Attencion!!!

I remember, I fell from the kerb.

Ouai, L'herbe was strong.

It was Frenchy.

It was my Tiny Fair.