My Diary: Baskets Of Belief

After a trip in a first world war biplane I found myself in my father’s garden where I walked half naked through a bed of nettles to touch the fence.‭ ‬He gave me a grapefruit which I managed to lasso after a number of attempts.‭ ‬The bus wasn’t speaking when I caught it and when reflected in a vampire mirror was wearing a peroxide blond wig.‭ ‬My friend had hurt her back so I tied a firework to the evening shift.

Baskets Of Belief

Baskets Of Belief

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