Henry Moore, the sculptor has in his kitchen an original Picasso on the wall above the fridge so every time he made a cuppa he was reminded of his friend not a fancy canvas in a frame but a drawing on A4 sketch pad page you can imagine the pair of them discussing art and Henry giving some small token to Pablo of his work and saying you know you should paint some blue cows it'll be good for you you can invent the Emperor's new clothes as often as you want if you're a genius and they would laugh over a glass of whisky Pablo went on to give life, of sorts to his blue cows oh, and I used to deliver whisky to Henry Moore's house
I did deliver to Henry Moore, and he has got a Picasso above the fridge.
He sat down by the bar with a bottle of whiskey. And while the angels sang he listened to the preachings of a crooked bartender Whose days were filled with drunk forgotten nights, and he knew for first time that he has never felt more close to God.
She is making tea for her poet-husband. Wondering what her husband is writing. Once he wrote "Charm floats on her cheeks, like a paper boat on the water. Dipping and dancing." Or maybe he is writing something ***** on her. Like once he wrote - "Between her thighs is the temple where I belong."
She is making tea for her poet-husband thinking he wants to impress her again. She can hear his pen tapping his teeth. But she can not see whisky on his table and she can not see he is watching her sister as he writes.
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She found him Darkness and despair surrounding The colour gone from his cheeks Nothing left for him to seek Whisky on the table A beer in his hand She kissed him gently And he buried his head in the sand