Describing shannons touch body movements

• Look into the distance blinking with each movement. Knee flick spine moving, adust hair wrist up wrist flickspine foprward and black on a sea saw and then leg up, writst limp and moving and jerky. Getting quicker on hinged rag doll dynamo. As you swings with a syncopated not even rhythm, strands of hair follows it.flick hair out of face and resume syncopation nation. Wrist forwad back like a greeting being offered and withdrawed. The rythym is very satisfying. When bending backwards it’s a matrix impossibility legs up and rocking toes up when body back

• Scoring my touching other movements

  1. Spreading left shoulder

• THE END OF THE WORLD: Well,Byron was right, his sould is dark and the darkness is happening right now.it's more airless and vacuumy then I'd imagined. We’d been expecting it for a long time, having moved from form to formlessness, and now we are simplyfying further. Nothing left to consumer,light slowly shimmering away and an overall common knowing of qhat is happening. Like that salvia trip I had that one time. We are all zipped up an edning and simplying, it's the end of the world as we know it, but is it the end? It is hard ot tell whether it's the end or whether it's a friend, simplying down and down and that seems lie that could be a the right thign and the thing that is a thing that martin told me that I already knew,like a slap in the face melting.

• EVERYTHING THAT DISGUSTS ME:I try not to think about these thing, but I am disgusted by rioughtessness, by closed minds,  by slaughtered food, pesticides, big oil, opiod addiction coming from big pharma, by endless ritalin, by plastic being used for the things that are sued the least amount of time, when I'm not honest, when I'm not there, when I'm restless, when I want more, that I lost the deed to my house, that I don't know my sister, that I could work harder, all the emails I never responded to and the letting down of promises.

• MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE EVER SEEN: there's so many but waking up in my sleeping bag, no tent, on top of the giant orange plastic bag that is a survival bag, or rather next to it because I'd slipped off of it in the night. I wake up,still in my contact lenses and feelwarm, but the air is damp and fresh and the light is breaking. We're on a part of the mountains that looks down a whole landscape, and as the sun rises is illuminates all of the water patches on the landscape below,they are like mirrors or silver ponds and I breathe it all in, thewild, the aloness and being physically tire.d

• THE PROCESS OF DIGESTION: begins in the mouth, as food (so it is called) comes into contact with the mouth it salivates and the saliva has digestive enzymes that begin to break down thefood chemically. It is a process that occurs and is felt but si not seen, the food turns moreslimy, loses its texture an dpersopnality, being swallowed into the throat down and down into who knows where, the mystical land of mystomach. Fullyof gum I swallowed years ago and my own arsehole from sucking off george this morning after last night. Moving into the intestines, it slithers into non existence.