A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise. "Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)

Friday, July 07, 2006

I am not afraid.-

And while you are at it, can I get some jugged kippers and two poached eggs with my paper please? We 've got to take heart today. Thanks. / Catch up later over steak and chips or a pie or something. Off to Jermyn Street.

Interlude: Could really do with a (large) bloody mary. I'll just pop into The French House.

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