sorbet

It was a lot to go through with. Even the most ready of heads would find it difficult. Austrian drum n' bass left little reason.
Barely couldn't bear a last minute text message.

It was all so these days.

Back at the lab so I can smoke, ooohhh. Mad little roll, France then back to the zones, and those zones got better. No time to eat unless it was celeriac in breadcrumbs and sesame seeded with homemade applecrumble with oodles of seductive cinnamon for afters.

It was a time to love things and be friendly, take the little details and appreciate them for a tangy and smooth orange sorbet armed and waiting for later. Krawuzi left Z2 at 8.30, a kiss and an email address in familiar handwriting.

Advetrs twisted, it was a whole new ball game now, refreshed, revitalised and alive. Woop loud and wear a ten gallon hat. I smell the black gold of the sun.

You could make everything OK. Hold on, something missing.

Good bits, bad bits, edit, delete.
Overall, get the cool shoeshine.
Clean sheets and tidy, be the yourself that does this kind of thing.

Things were thinking about, worth doing. Things not to bother about. Things irrelevant, things hurtful, emotions. Don't think about them, a big red sign.

So go the other way.

Worth thinking about, worth loving, should have saved that until last. Should have, but didn't and it's pragmatism pervading the magic insanity.
Ooooohhh.

Get yourself together.
Breathe in, breathe out. The basics.

Drink Early Grey with a wagon wheel, get rootsy rootin tootin come on!
Sit up, hundreds, millions, four.

No sense, it's all making perfect sense to me.

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