"I feel I have lived enough to last my life in musings, tracings of crossings & re-crossings with people, mad and sane, stupid and brilliant, beautiful and grotesque, infant and antique, cold and hot, pragmatic and dream-ridden, dead and alive."

Except, it's just not true. But it's beautiful.

I am going to London tomorrow!
A trippy, dazey yay!

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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