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.
Saturday 1 May 2010
Insomnia.
How wonderful insomnia is for the happy. Or those in love or on a creative jag.
Those nights when sleep retires graciously allowing cherished 'extra time' for good behaviour and laughter, loving or just thinking.
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