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.
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Thursday, 28 May 2020
Dream.
Like Ginsberg's cougher singing in his dreams I dream of filling lungs diving deep
Great post, thankyou
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