i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Can I see
Better Lift
Lift Analysis
hiding from the rain
kind of mythopoesis
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.