EVERYTHING TASTES OF FISH BUT I’M OK THIS WAY UP:
Memories of good times haunt good, hurt good, remembering the
best time. Smart water, high water, hot water, skinny water.
Freshly squeezed passion, better than never. Instant free-fall,
wake-up-call, ping! Stay cool, steaming, slow walk in from the
street, heels clicking, cooking, smoking. Heads turn, all the boys
looking. Perfume of a breakdown on a road at the edge of night.
Here it comes, a different sun, rising over the horizon.
Take a picture easily forgotten.
Hi, how are you?
Hide your mouth behind your hand when you’re yawning.
Savoy Brown – ‘Train to Nowhere‘