languishing in front of your heaters, far too many calories, good because winter is coming.

oh a text, shall we go and meet them in town? / what you know her too? / she used to flat here! /with you? / yes! for years. / I LOVE HER

give me painkillers lets go.

it is new and the young people have not yet discovered it, it is still classy here.

i speak of my dream to make pancakes, so i can consume vast amounts of maple syrup, and you give me an unopened bottle of maple syrup because your flatmate's girlfriend keeps bringing it round to your flat and you have heaps now. and you have some in your bag, on you, at a bar, on a friday night.

i am the sober driver, i only have one cocktail, but my car is on the coast and it is raining. light plays all over the water. everything shines.

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We don't have to go to that cafe. But too many favourites! We can go to them all! This one is the reincarnation of Modax in it's prime. I wanted to do a chocolate boutique crawl last year. Take me with you! I have to meet the gay boy and the muslim! She was cold and that is why they are in this stuffy large light sunny empty cafe, attached to the Wesleyan. I had never confessed that abstinence was so bad for the soul before! and it was so spontaneous. The universe breathes easier. Pancakes, a nentire bottle of maple syrup, i consume half of it, cheer me on. 

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I went back after we all left, after i went home to drink water. Because the radio in my car was singing 'Come back I miss you girl". I drove back, and the radio was playing 'Turn All The Lights On" just like it was the first time I drove there tonight. And I caught him after his show, in the empty dome tidying up bits of stuff, and we talked about constellations and gravity. 

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Sunday is the best day to be at the flat, because everyone goes to church, and it is empty and peaceful. Why is it always sunny on a Sunday. I am back on Cuba Street, and so are you, in a doorway! for the third time this weekend! hello, I am meeting people though, goodbye. 

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In a cemetery waiting for  the moon to rise of course. Everyone taking photos of the moon all over the city! don't know why, even if it's bigger, it still looks the same on a photo. the beach! a communal exercise. no-one realizes that mars, saturn and venus are also spying. i tried to resolve the crescent of venus with the stolen lenses.

i have been cold for weeks now.