Sunday, 18 September 2011

3ournal - September 18, 2011

2 AM watching The Rutles – I wait for a party at the inn to die down. The waning moon and a waxing one on top of my head. Loneliness sucks.


Repeatedly playing “The Gnome” - he changes the colors of trees. For some reason my bare feet are warm. The cat allowed a wee bit inside.

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