September 12th, 2005

flesh

I Am Too Much Of Sleep

Morning, flower. How're things? I've been sitting in the garden enjoying tea and toast with the pictsies:

atop a mountain of fire lies the lesser known key


But man cannot live on tea and toast alone! Oh, no. So if you happen to be passing a Superdrug today could you try and pick me up one of these:

seek the slot of joy


My local stores have all sold out but I'm still holding on to a glimmer of hope. Cheers. I'm off to learn Painter.