having a(n) "eureka" moment exclaiming: (prawn) carbonara!
with the sort of thrilled agitation of a postman shoving the only meaningful transit in his possession through a mailbox:
namely an amazon.com delivery... because, even now, a postcard is an obsolete example of a nostalgic despair...
rarer still, coupled with a mild auditory hallucination "burdening" the mind with a one word impetus, ***** count, vector and no precise coordinate summary of...
sultan...
must be a fall-out effect of writing with no novel in mind... no it: and the added royalties of a ****** second coming - clearly a clown with immaculate make-up is the scary (scarry?) clown...
why is it that when i want to listen to L.A. punk, i'm only allowed to push mid-west bruce springsteen americana hyper-anthem on youtube?
in england we call russian politics: the shadow cabinet... it's not sneaky... it's not subversive... just an uncertainty concerning the future...