i have a sore throat.
too much singing in the shower.
which is a pity really, cos i sing pretty well.
my neighbours throw flowers over, soil, pots and all.
and i hate disappointing an adoring audience.

i need some fresh air.
so i'll go breathe for awhile.

so many things to say but not sure quite how the say them.
its funny how if you hold your breath and count to ten,
they all kinda just go poof in a cloud of purple smoke.
sometimes green, red, yellow, blue.
other times pink.
pretty colours.

if you're not careful they might choke you to death.