robinbloke | Last fix before...

...away in Switzerland this week until Friday.

Insofarasme. The thought of cutting the strings and handing them out to someone else. Being a puppeteer of yourself is harder when you actually see in third person from first person. Seeing both at once. Disassociation, or at least disconnection (gonna get myself connected) isn't something I can force yet, but I suspect it's a first step.
Step where? Just check your boots afterwards.
Mediation. Ultimate expression of selfishness by denying reality, or just assertiveness; "Go away reality, I'm busy."
Call back at five and we'll have tea and scones.
When this runs out I think, that's when. If I had to identify number two that meant the spin for the world it would be that, it's not this, this isn't that. That is so much more, this is just a mild shade. It's so infrequent.
Many different forms it can take too, well, two... so I suppose there are other forms. Maybe three, but I'm not sure about sugar in that respect.
Not me and not not me, both ways get more uncomfortable, is there a happy medium or do I just have to watch my timer.
Gas mark three isn't what it used to be I'm telling you.

And the lights went out