I am cultivating a fear of my face, I find in particular it's the side streets with the lip line gutters that keep me moving past shop fronts, particularly fast. To try to keep it clipped I've made a map of all the places I find friends;
At such great speed At Ipswich I take a walk to smoke but actually only want strangers to see that I have turned in to a too full water jug clacking with ice that cannot keep its cool. In the shade of a chocolate machine
At such great speed At Ipswich I take a walk to smoke but actually only want strangers to see that I have turned in to a too full water jug clacking with ice that cannot keep its cool. In the shade of a chocolate machine