The 27 Club

Virgo finally comes out of his shell.

Aquarius is starting to seem less cringe.

Virgo is only into Astrology for the chicks.

What would it take to make me an honest man?

There seem to be two major types of psychological affliction in regards to ‘wandering’. Those who remain in one place, often a little distance from where they where born, rarely moving far and infrequently travelling for business or pleasure. The liberty of the package holiday.

The other have a nomadic affliction, which comes in varying degrees. This can go from a mere misidentification with kin and retarded notion of ‘home’. Debilitating homelessness in all things geographical, emotional, mental and social.

The nomadic lifestyle is child abuse.

Ripped from the accrued connections every couple years.

My kind of people.

Besides, it would be a little uncomfortable if we got too familiar.

Where would I settle if forced in Europe? Portugal? The women, beautiful. The men, diminutive (so as to not be a threat). Not as uptight as the English but not as lazy as the Spanish. Good food. Good drink. Yes, a paradise surrounded by the flames.

Portugal is a pretty country.

Pretty is pretty.

Only ugly can be beautiful.

I sit by the canals of a greater England. The world at my feet, an oyster at that. Water is a symbol of the unconscious. Infinitely malleable, yet unable to be compressed, subject to change.

Home is an eternal dementia.

We all feel like this.

But I'm the only one who writes it down.

This home has become an email address.

No man wants to go home more than one with no fixed address.