My Diary: The Green Pylon

The blue touch paper burnt slowly and it was late in the morning before I unrolled the hose and pushed myself down it.‭ ‬The Christmas zombies walked slowly as I slid past wearing a pseudo snake skin.‭ ‬I managed to dance on a tambourine for the briefest period before having to sellotape my life story to the front of my vest and rolling down the hill to the glass lake of work.‭ ‬I had a message from my doctor.

The Green Pylon

The Green Pylon

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