Daily Archives: October 27, 2016
My Diary: A Chorus Without The Rest Of The Song
I called to June when I discovered a hand instead of a head on my shoulders; she held onto to it just as I steadfastly hold onto the notion of a universal spirit. I hope to prove it one day like King Harold with thought arrows buzzing round his head. I knew today was going to turn bad when the black clouds in the hall made an odd number instead of an even - if it had been even they would have rained. After a nonexistent breakfast we had to let the astral explorer go. Before we did I said I would come and find her - and I will. As the reality we are trapped in stopped for an advert break (underwear that forms a new continent when floated on a shallow sea and pencils you can eat if you want to draw with a ginger biscuit) I imagined…
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