Posted
6:23 PM
by Alfred
If I kept a piece of paper or even grander scheme a pad or
diary (sniff) at the side of the bed with a pen and a little batman light then
I’d probably be in a studio with a robot reciting rhymes with no meter to an
inaudible audience whilst silent gears turned in a fantasy brain. I’d gaze out the window on the coast and the
canals and the boats and the birds and the trees and the lack of telephone
wires and know that what was unknown could rear its ugly head in a beautiful
way, and not being sure on said scenario's desirability, I'd be forced no doubt to seek clarification on what's said/unsaid, seen/unseen, and original/clichéd, and ASAP.
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