No matter what i do or where i go Camberwell fellow was often at my window. The days in the South Bank, were so sweet but god it stank. Every morning i'd head on my bicycle but at the roundabout the sound of a whistle made me fall...what about the honking!!! i never knew as ALW was listenning to the WHO!!!! Sound proof headphones, a pint or two in the neurones speeding like a flying kite what a delight !!!!
I keep thinking and the same time writing, which is wonderful , i feel quite powerful. Like when i'm on the top of a roof, thiking some wisard will through a bucket of sand and turn me into superman. Only i better not fly off the edge i'll end up banging my head.
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