My Diary: Touching Gods

It was another scissor dawn as my wife turned into the vapour from a crocodile’s nostril.‭ ‬I laid sellotape across the garden while the sky jellyfish floated over head.‭ ‬Most of the documents were filed in the heart of cabbages as I paved my own path to the bottle bank where hobby horse people pretend to give blood.‭ ‬The evening was contained in a recyclable can of silence.

Touching Gods

Touching Gods

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