Tag Archives: Monday
148. Sunday morning getting up.
148. Sunday morning getting up. (02 Oct 2016). I don’t want to get up this morning, Because once I get up the day begins, And once it begins then the day must end, And once the day ends, It’ll … Continue reading
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105. The second reel (23 Aug 2015).
Some fag end of the weekend doggeral, dipped in spite and fear. Being one of a multitude has never been reassuring. So before I go and leave this here there just remains to say. This has pretty much percolated up … Continue reading
