‘The coffin, the casket, whatever. We need a bigger one, right?’ The words disappear down the crackling…
“You seem well-versed in lore,” I said,
Venus troubles me. I come here reluctantly; so bright. So mystifying, so inscrutable. So tenebrous, as well, beneath that gleaming skin. Moist…
And so, back. Down. To Earth. Where I belong? This, my home? This desert wilderness of beauty and voluptuousness, this abundance of colour…
If there’s a dingier, grottier pub in all the British Isles, I’ve not found it yet.
Oh my back…oh my back aches my head hurts… stupid 2018, another day another dollar, yet another year…
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