a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

in a post. I want to be remembered

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige. 

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