Come on, let's do it.
I saw this again on Saturday night /Sunday morning. We caned the rest of the bottle of mush juice, but was more of a long laughing trip than anything like the time before on my own.
I mean, it's obviously no great epic-encyclopedic piece of art like Ulysses or Functions...
reading Tolstoy, Yeates, Dickens, Tennyson, Hardy, bronte, all them people. phyllis and verity laying next to me in bed. believeing brahms is the best thing since sliced bread. opium pipe at the ready. tophat and waistcoat. gentlemans clubs, archery. and never a dull moment. always moving from...
alone in mcdonalds
anal bead car seats
cyrano de bergerac
food of love
weeping into a burger