Reads the ingredients and licks the spoon

In the film of my life I play a cameo role, a lost soul looking out from his rabbit hole. When the jet goes through the poodle which looks awfully like a cloud and the poodle dissolves into a puddle I’ll breathe out aloud, but let the puddle rain in Rainham, because Birmingham’s full of…

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March ’87

Eating at High-Tech Burrito just outside of Sausalito and enjoying the Californian air. Listening to the news about poor Dino as I sip a cappuccino, not a care in the world and the sky is oh so blue. That sounds heartless, but there’s nothing I can do ‘the boy’ is gone…

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