Blogs don’t have to make sense, do they? Must do some more painting tomorrow.
Friday, 25 April 2014
Late Night Recession.
I’ve just been listening to some songs and albums that were big for me in their day. The result is that my mind has gone into a strange state, floating around in a space pregnant with confused values, occasionally striking the walls of a hollow cylinder and resounding with the clang of bone on metal. I had to stop before I went upstairs for a pee. My legs had gone weak. I kept looking for the Priestess and the Brooklyn Belle, but they’ve disappeared.