. Antediluvian is no more Think on such labour, Atlas Who won and lost what — a time of delight, a time of the dreary idioms of trade, brands and slaves of the blade tales of mice and men, pots and peeves Words of Heaven & Earth .
slept well ancient lungs thirst Sisyphus shrugs Godot never shows groundhogs, foxes same lazy dog war and welfare love that market share net fucking zero, stupid just another day
. music means streams, lakes, rivers canals, men and women children that continue to cry discover and deliver ways ahead classic cries .
. new guitar and case arrived in good order, sent email to LGS with update and a few words of appreciation Alhambra makes some superb instruments! slept better, far less tension. Purposeful, cosy? Can’t recall having experienced a cosy sleep in my life, perhaps an errant childhood and some old diesel submarine had other notions about time and space. . . . mercy is in tatters, not much left to recognise now, or like even, value, mortality and decay doesn’t care what anyone makes of the stink . . . best not leave dying too late
. there is little to share, none to share with no place to sit, be still pass time with everything is alien, out of touch, prohibited padlocked, nowhere even to take a piss .
