Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Sunday 14 March 2010
Another imaginary overheard conversation.
I'm not in love with you anymore. I love you but I am not in love.
Funny. I'm in love with you... I don't love you. I don't even like you but I'm in love with you!
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