Sunday 29 March 2009
doin' bee-anne/ woke well enough, remnants of a meth. h'over deliciously weighing my veins to the mattress/ roused by cafe noo-are to the super-marcus-et for b'fast 4 the woe-man/ myself N-joyed zubr, a polski bier which has smoothed my muscles and allowed a temporary blanket of peace/ need to lay off the oh-pea-ates the next cpl days otherwise effect'll be none and pointless, suicide inspiring circularity'll to follow chill on the heels/ bliss, travellers...
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