Boy Laughs And Computer Burns

Friday, September 20, 2002

MARCH 1991
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. What next time? Someone to open each and every door. Where does one go for the gravy? Goodnight Amy. Off-ground’s parley. Keeping Mrs. Dawson busy. Interestingly enough. I love the smell of Napalm in the morning. Looking through a glass onion. I want the one I can’t have and it’s driving me mad. Beating bushes out of the couples. A lot of the players will be wearing rubbers. Veins Minicorn. Her Majesty is under water. It’s so hard to be soft. I knew Beardsley when he was with Vancouver. She survived; he drowned.