Monday, March 01, 2010

new massive attack

In the sheer regality of the awesomeness of her gloom, England forgets that she sometimes has what are called beautiful days. Today, my irresponsible and tragically jaded self feels particularly delighted at the thought of noisy imagination. It could be the presence of smoke making a temporary but suitable replacement for food in my stomach. It could be because I've been haphazardly put together. It could be because I have a black marker so I can now leave my mark in places I've never actually been. Of course, it could also be the obvious; the sun is out so us flower children can make merry.

1 comment:

Dreaminglass said...

And yet, the flower children can't survive without the rain...