Mrs Mustard visits .. Dorothy entertains.. spyche, Dougal and Zeb howl with merry laughter.. spooky connectivity in the air for palace runaways ..So-so returns momentarily .. Wild Caviare’s forecast changes.. Come on The Destitute!
Category Archives: dreams
Update. Juggler’s made the move. Rockit and Mixit are on launch pad. Settings is pecked by hens. Wads-of-cash visits Helmand, and Foto advises caution with Old Fox. It’s all in the silence. Spyche mumbles.
Newmarket on a wet Saturday afternoon. Wild caviare and spyche dream the dream – a dark bay colt for the Epsom Derby and a syndicate called The Destitute. If he doesn’t win we can eat him, says Caviare…
What a week in spyche’s world – UK broadcasting ‘gets’ the unconscious on radio and television. Horizon evidences Jung’s concept of the collective (unx) by wiring up ants but, best of all, lying on the One to One bar at Apple is Jungian Analysis (ed Murray Stein). Rock on! we unwired ants are on the move
You or me?
Foto and I sniff out truth over a latte … what is it that haunts the memory, lingers like music on the breeze? sweetness of the skin – individual, unrepeatable …did we lose for love?.. the scent of memory had a body.. Foto couldn’t capture it, ‘.. must be Mum’ ( hat’s off andre green) .. we laughed – truth was it was an other, whatever..
If we follow the line, do we actually go round in circles? If right is defined by wrong, up by down, day by night, opposites define our perceptions; therefore in knowing, we know nothing..