HERE I GO AGAIN ON MY OWN


I'm baaack!! "but my heart's not in it". i was gonna post a load of tripe tonight but real life calls and i have wine to drink and people to bug. sommerfiled is a calming place this time of night, i had a silent transaction with the till worker..thats the way forward..listen up asda price! hmm K! things have been a-changing round the beansonbread office..we've moved a few boxes, changed the lightbulbs, and ruffled a few sheets of papers. i'm looking at a framed painting of a beautiful kestrel flying over a field of golden hay. stuff's happened over the last few weeks, maybe i'll post some words, pics and doodles..maybe the moments gone..i don't know? we'll see.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Don't go...it sounds like the last reel of a coming-of-age movie. Protagonist grows up, finds life/love, leaves old world behind. Final frames: In soft focus, in low sunlight with lens flare, the bird-of-prey rises and soars on updrafts, away from the earthly world and towards transcendence...

Anonymous said...

*sniff*

Anonymous said...

don't you just love 'silent transactions' at supermarkets :)

I hate small talk

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JJJH said...

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Anonymous said...

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