Today is a day for thinking about doing. Not actually doing. Just lazily reading about it:
Words ramble less widely than thoughts, especially so when thoughts flow in pictures.
Homity pie and loss Poems That Make Grown Men Cry
“Hi, yes… My wife has (a working diagnosis of) Kiss-my-Asperger’s.
A spade’s a spade A twat’s a twat A bullshit-shovelling bureaucrat
Still. Pensive. Synaptic- Line’s eye’s furnace of white flickering colts
F e e l i n g s u n d o n e .