Misfits or mystics?

What I admire the most about the life of the living ghost is how they fade in and phase out of view depending on who’s looking at who and the time of day. It can’t be an easy street for these guys I meet and I meet more than a few which again depends on…

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Off again

The sweep hand sweeps London sleeps and we’re all being swept away, time’s a straight line and like the bread line will eventually disappear…

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