there was a lot of dust in the air this morning.
more found things
today i walked opposite grey flat-faceted wooloomooloo ships, eyes on water’s surface until its film of light lifted //
underwater sight. i thought about things and then i went home.
from the bus window we saw four x (times)
cellophane-wrapped bouquets sellotape-strapped to powerpoles. oh lovely, like.
i am usually reminded of her writing, like
"cops are tops" pink and IN LIPSTICK smudged in all pale. i was appalled. truly.
it was too mush for me ALSO. i had to go, you know. i left early, before they went up to the park at seven.
now i get cadburys ads, fantastic.
"my name is Ivan. I was once the companion of the great Queen Victoria." / Edward the Caresser / EARLY WITCHCRAFT TEXTS / call me now on / make you lucky good in the future! / LEARN IRONING HERE / Touch my ear!
( if you listen closely you will
see ) ( i just don't know. what to do. what to do. my computer keeps crashing. yesterday i told my lecturer that i had been unwell, so would he mind if i handed in my paper ....later? "That's fine." simply. his hands are pink and soft, his feet look uncomfortable, cupped in unscuffed leather. he misunderstands my untruth.
i mean whatever you want. whatever i want. will not try otherwise. )
sitting on a sofa last night with Anonymous M, watching a documentary about whales and reading our tea-leaves, this place was mentioned:
3. I can’t do anything at the moment. all I want to do is lie down and play dead, in the botanic gardens. fell asleep, ants bit me, saw jellyfish that looked like giant contact lenses floating in soapy basin harbour. yuk.
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nice one!
... i pulled the glittering stuff from my gullet one scrap after another. it tasted like this ...
