as i lie back they say note 2 comes before note 1. i hope someone categorises my notes in order. death should be sleep with no dreams. i feel a Hellish headache coming on. 200 anti-psychotics. the love is going to disappear. it's gonna get well compress sans love any minute. thanks to everyone who tuned in, who cared. i have very little else to say except to keep loving each other. i hope that my new post 'Under The Plough' becomes the new Rimbaud, and thank all those that helped me with the prior collections. tonight we set the wee ones free, we square the debt, we are fair. yes i hope the Feds allow this little literary experiment. i hope someone like Neil Curry writes an introduction to a book. i hope the books i have brought out and albums are not cancelled, retracted, un-published, but the new one especially i like. even though we have new superhuman powers in post-medicine there's nothing you can do when someone takes 200 antipsychotics. love is the answer. i breathe. i am bored. bored of waiting. i need to make preparations now. hopefully something will survive of my writing and music, eh? Peace love and music, John F B Tucker 26/ 04/ 2026.
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