no skin to sink in
Stromness
Isle of Orkney, UK
run a diagnostic test on my heart a carbon test on my jaw slither through veins and arteries tell me what for red van weaves through homes of people and people of homes walk up the street and down again library open to seven everyday scotland wide access if you have gotten this far than more than many front doors open onto main roads everything harks to the weather as few steps from carriage to inside as possible nothing but the wet and wind to contend with what for is the outdoors but something other a passageway no luck with the bakery scout caught up on redirecting packages how can something so simple piss through the loophole no one knows what an address looks like round here the s fits in cause google verifies it two back packs flicker up street three youths of the local variety a gothic architecture suits the climate what dissolution comes over their play time occupy yourself or perish growth in one's own pasture the plantation must be indoors and on the quiet what with bringing anything over the ferry et al the prices jump one is either self sufficient or contributing in a meaningful sense to the surrounding community or filthy rich here is built on necessity in reaping the sea and maintaining distance military strategy sinking u-boats and trapping mammals of the sea not so popular now but once a great trade cash in on the tourist dollar can only go so far and reach up the cockles of the locals until economic bubble burst and a peaceful happiness of seclusion and making do returns to life on the isles
sub atomic bliss