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MOVED INTO A FRESH PAIR OF PYJAMAS AND…

…I think i’m quite at Cambridge.

Hearing music with subtitles on “I’m Mister Coffee” with Martin Luther King’s “I have a bath”. Too utopian perhaps, but on the toilet I’m going to be prepared to meet inspiration halfway.

‘CBA to Sleep’ read by my Madame Bovary is a breath of special treat.

‘Wittgenstein’s Ladder’ by David Hasselhoff ❤ sounds like a snail who keeps farting and blaming it on Mark Zuckerberg in the seats of doom at an internet cafe in an escalator in with an itty bitty neck.

Fascinating. *does the Spock Sundae*.


a modern poem: ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

He was a bankrobber but he never hurt nobody.

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

He just very interesting. He just loved to steal your children.

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

Spock in bed, ray of time, eminently practical garb.

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

Some natives at the airport and the propanol in the shrubs. Continue reading


wouldn’t it be biscuity

(…which contained a mosquito against my laptop and made my picture froggy.)

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