Monday, January 25
Saturday, January 23
Wednesday, January 20
gracias a owl city....
the stars lean down to kiss you
i lie awake and miss you
pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
Fulham Nil.....
Was it becoming a hinterland of mediocrity which I traversed, with sunburn burning sun into my northern European body, effecting a Gershwin aria? And conversations like these….
“How did Fulham get on mate?”
I had no idea. ”I have no idea.”
“They were at home in the cup, you know to um…”
I didn’t know, “I don’t know.”
Along the street someone English, was teaching English children, English football songs.
“Cheerio, cheerio, cheerio,”
Acknowledging their adieu, I left, clinging resolutely, to my hopes for travel, adventure and continuing education ……in life, other areas and arias.
“How did Fulham get on mate?”
I had no idea. ”I have no idea.”
“They were at home in the cup, you know to um…”
I didn’t know, “I don’t know.”
Along the street someone English, was teaching English children, English football songs.
“Cheerio, cheerio, cheerio,”
Acknowledging their adieu, I left, clinging resolutely, to my hopes for travel, adventure and continuing education ……in life, other areas and arias.
Tuesday, January 19
Thursday, January 14
Monday, January 4
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