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3/10 mainly lips
Writing this in taxi queue which, where I am from, is an experience akin to a zombie walk. Had a human being day of ignoring my workload like sidestepping an Indiana Jones boulder. Wailed at my diary, ran, met sister and god dotter, ate, cleaned up flat, met friends, gig (bill Callahan, play it when I am on a ledge, I'll come down) then drinks drinks chat chat. This is how everyone else lives but a guilty rarity to me. And I should not think of my tricky situation but I do. Ahead of me they are talking about sausage suppers and how much milk and butter their dependents consume. I'm writing this a fairly long way from the telephone booth this picture was taken but feel like I am in it. Home again home again clippedy clop. Heels, you are painful imposters of shoes. Night.