12 August 2020

Warming and yearning and fading

I’d rather have a free bottle in front of me, than a prefrontal lobotomy.
Porridger's Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

Dire cela, sans savoir quoi.
— Beckett L’innomable

While this seems to have become the Moon of the stylish purple cast, I have laid in more work on My Life, My Life these past couple of days.  May finish tonight, may finish tomorrow.

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