Fools and fancies

I anesthetized myself with fifteen pints of Olde English, fuck good health I’m going down. But coming round when the pounding in my head reminds me that I can’t be dead is a drawback. Yet Olde English sounds so quaint, believe me folks and yokels it ain’t, the locals where I live give free stretchers…

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Peeling paint

It is never too late to put off what can’t wait. but I’ll wait just to see if that’s true and no wonder I’m blue when I’m looking at you when you do not know that I’m there but if you could see me in what was to be me, would you care anyway?…

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Fighting inertia

perhaps the universe turns and it’s we who expand. sand and crabs and slabs of Kendal Mint Cake I ache for simpler times but who can say their yesterday was better than tomorrow is? perhaps when time contracts to bring us back and take us further away from the onslaught of today we can relax…

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