Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: October 29, 2008

look: no hands...

On the Day-of-Pigs there was leakage between webhomes - voices on the telephone & returning sons
delivered unto the cold rains of England. I was working late at the Lemon -  watching fingers in spasm,
dance on the keys of my lapdog. The night draped it's arms around us & a chasm of silence opened
between us & the world. It began to rain & you know I love the rain, remembering times as a child when
I'd escape the family madness & go sit in the coal bunker or the dustbin if it was raining, watching
the mad-house from a place of safety where no one could see me.

Back in the Lemon I switch off the house-lights & sit in the dark listening to the rain,
watching machine-lights wink in time to a mute rhythm. Three daze from now thousands of smiling faces
will raise hands in celebration of that rhythm as sweat runs down my back & my muscles pumped
with so much adrenaline will be in fit & desperate to dance, to dance, to dance, to dance, to keep dancing
long after the music stops because there's no drug that can numb this feeling.
But
for 90 minutes
(150 if we get lucky)
the Kick-drum is my dealer
& rhythm my drug of choice.
Blissfully happy to be in that think-free-zone with you
So I'm listening to the rain in the dark, watching tiny lights flicker when...

The phone vibrates
I answer -
"Hello?"
A familiar voice -
The returning son of England
Craving a night off

"Would you do me a favour & write something for the site?"

Not much to ask
for one fresh from the hunt
Swagged-up with images caught on the back of his electric eye
to lift & inspire & beautify.

This one's for you
This one's for Perou
This is for the sanctuary of dustbins & coal-holes

( hyde - Underworld)

2nd guessed

(pictures and text by maximum perou)

i woke...simple.
i opened my eyes.

i took my teddy downstairs to watch some tv: a halloween pumpkin film.

i had some breakfast.
those block things that i have honey on.
i think it was apricot wheats.

i played with my bionicle and after that i made a house...a part of a house.

yesterday, i had nits...mummy got one out from my hair yesterday.

on friday, i'd like to have some pigs in sausages and my brother wants 'black bum' (who's a pig) as an ice-cream.
the pigs have gone.

at 'jungle jims' i played with my friend joel, then he got rough and mean and i played with my friend daisy.

i have drawn a picture for my dad and now i am eating an apple from my orchard.

the end.