After 6 am, you come into the world from morning meditations, much has been in the pit and it's refreshing to greet daily life as you switch on 3 overheads: The washing machine washes your clothes, the gas fire - winter heat and the radio plays: 'Pictures Of You' by The Cure. All over your head. Slow burning pleasure and necessity for which someone must pay.
Adword Poetry; Hypertextualmashuplinguist; wellarmed disinformateer; albert finney; armageddon on; MTP Brains; SpiderGoat; callanetics
December 19, 2016
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