altogether too much
My head is gonna explode. "Jane stop this crazy thing!"
Basketball at lunch, my shot wouldn't drop. Good to run. Again tomorrow night. Getting to that fighting weight.
The more that
who? the world
seeks me
so to speak
the more
will I
seek
you.
Recently turned a good friend of mine, who was born and raised in Newcastle, on to Basil Bunting's poetry. He mentioned this to his mom, who remarked that she remembered Bunting attending the parties she and her husband used to throw. I will investigate this more and get back to you. I find this fascinating.
Therewolf! Or another full moon little sleep for me, nonetheless full of piss and vinegar.