Things what I writ

I sometimes write nonsense about things to try and sound clever

old school

funny how they pop up. following the failure of an entire backroom, I was apparently lost in ether, until I was so conspicuous regionally that I could not be avoided, and from that point on, we had that conversation just this morning about not getting email directly and here is one about being friends and, by the way, here’s Andrew, so fancy that.

there’s a curious certainty about the misplacement of time that I’m sure serves as theme and fantasy. it’s round in the end, of which, of course, there isn’t one. look behind you.



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