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.
Tuesday 9 March 2010
Missing.
Sitting here, eating a pot of chocolate ice cream, Missing
It suddenly dawned on me that 'missing' is just another word for looking back.
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