Thursday 7 May 2015

Bound at the Flying Dutchman

It's been a long day, a funeral day.

I shrink into my space and

draw small; I run out of steam half-way through and go home. Even the car can't take it: bits of its innards break and leak.

I missed Hedwig and LionsMouth; Nina Russ. I got, in my tired way, Andrea Quartacorda and Arinel; Cabi and Kimokawaii.

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