Four aces

Raining in Mile End and pouring in Northolt. this is Central line British Summer time broadcasting on forty foot waves at the Home Service. It makes me think of drowning when I’m down in this underground clowning about as I usually am but in thinking of you and that which you do I always come…

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About that time

We become critical analytical, what we need is something magical the hunter in me hunts within me while the gatherer prepares the feast. One coin with two sides but we always seem to be on the edge,…

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