Easter nutjobs. Too much deli action for my feet. Instant coffee to numb mind good.
Soon, brown rice to make it better, forgotten.

Until tomorrow.

Aurelia is arguing with Robyn + Stephen about whether or not Pocket is poncy + camp; ‘He is gay!’

Octopus still firmly gripping my brainmeats… re-reading the Famished Road (Ben Okri) – even better now. Going to beat down that octopus with palm wine, then head back into the desert.

Sooty says hello.

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