Wrote this on the plane to Italy… There is a strange feeling in flight The soul uplifts itself in a way most indescribable. Perhaps physical height equals heightened feeling and emotion? As my body is transported from the land over the ocean. My mind is transmogrified My life is reconfigured to a new setting Foreign is not a word for the earth is native to its inhabitants. And so my habit is to configure flight into a place of solitude. Before falling.

I remember how it feels, the need to escape Wanting to run Making a break For the door that exists just two feet away the light to brighten a wasteful day the hit to take away unimaginable pain the trip splitting like a broken vein spitting, jumping and flipping insane I wished for a life where nothing remained wished for the day of flight without plane without air without name falling falling falling I fell so far that a circle inflamed fell like glass in a shattered frame and now, beginning and endings the same So I remember how it feels, the need to escape Wanting to run Making a break

Peace be with you! Families Relief had to postpone the crazy cycle to Brighton, it will now be taking place this Saturday God Willing. It has been hinted to me that apparently this isn’t good enough! Suggestions have included doing the cycle blindfolded, with a tricycle or backwards. Hmm…instead, I’ve decided to do 70 MILES to Brighton, AND a few thousand feet SKYDIVE! Unfortunately they won’t let me jump out of the plane with my bicycle, but hopefully this has raised the bar high enough for you to sponsor me! For those that already have, please pray that I live through...

You’re like the beauty in the dark Sunlight stops the black rose rise Inhale For that must be the art Held breath before released sigh The cloak is transparent Glazed glass they called the eye The beauty is apparent: A black rose that cannot die.

You hate the sound of my voice And my presence will frighten you I loose the want of choice Inside my head – a coup Conscience overthrown The science of conning who? My mind is now unknown as my heart keeps falling through I can’t find where to start now the pain is more acute old ways they must depart for that blade bleeds red and blue.

Peace be with you! The Crazy Cyclist is back! Armed only with a racing bike and a pair of legs, I will be taking on the 55 miles of road from London to Brighton this March 14th iA. Please sponsor generously! Note: If suffering from credit crunch anxieties. get on yer bike (to work, uni, etc)! Sponsor now: www.justgiving.com/usaydcycles/

This is for you. You gaze into the distance wonder who you are Those eyes tell me victim looking to a land afar Running is not the answer you decide to stay A heart that has no master also has no way These trials will truly end last for but a day And so you turn from men fall to your knees and pray