Sunday, 30 September 2012

Mr C around town, part XVIII

Oh to be in England in the summer. Or kind of in the summer, in Malika's garden, full of rare shrubs and flowers and birds and bees and cigarette trees and all that. Says Mr C, "Malika was feeling the rapture, I was feeling the rapture. I saw this butterfly beat its wings and 6,000 miles away a tidal wave engulfed hyperbole"

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