A Bristol Novella

At dusk this evening, flailed over a chaise lounge, I ponder the possibility of the matter in my cranium melting and trickling, in a cocktail of bodily fluids, onto the yellow concrete patio slabs below.

Within the next few days, I may find out if this is actually possible, unless something more entertaining arises.

Today I also contemplated reality, but tiring of this, downloaded some computer games. In one I created characteratures of my friends, because we all know that pretending to socialise with your friends, its much better than actually socialising with your friends.