Finally

I heard that Jesus is at the bottom of a glass and you see him just before you hit the floor, you won’t remember when you wake, or not until you take another drink, self-fulfilling with the spirit in you does you no good at all. He thinks that he’s Jamie,butOliver’s at the doorasking as…

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The pressure gauge

Someone painted the skya delicious shade of blue,I wonder who. Sunday,perhaps the bells will ringthe angels might singbut the postman won’t bring mea letter from you, because the maildoesn’t come on the day of our Lord,I wonder why. second cuppa coming upthe kettle is boilingthe tea’s in the cupwhich is a lie,I’m having coffee,are you…

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