October 1, 2011
Warmest October day in a 130 years. Man U lost momentum, as they say. A new hoover tube, so no more excuses.
October 2, 2011
I guess something is happening, but it's off my radar. The sky is hidden by something semi-transparent. I'm an arm-coffee automation.
October 3, 2011
A sudden urge for pop-corn, but the house will stink all night. This fall is a New Order / Joy Division kind of fall. I'm still vertical.
October 4, 2011
”Lights out” I yell to the sky – always wanted to do that – but only the North Star listens – sort of. No corners in my soup.
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The toad of hell is paved with good intestines. In my sleep I talk about not sleeping – I hear. After that I count everything twice.
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