Dylan movie ambles down below jampacked with namedrops cameos and zen flavour wisecracks: up here in the crows nest full of psychic anthrax and chintzy liquorice the ice floes pause for thought. Opening the landing window & admitting the savage boreus-- What the fuck were you playing at? You knew about the kerosene
Sleepless till gone dawn, took pills at five, got a few hours, listened hard to Alexei, Mary, and the bird tapping on the landing window then let out the dog and did tai chi with a vape before the postman had good reason to walk past. Thought long and hard about water spilling over the bridge of sighs, and then thought of you saying 'Fuck me a flying gondola, upside down inside handcuffs.' If things keep going this well you might end up getting discovered. Then what? Splash...
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