There are two tiny blisters on my fingers. One's more sore than the other. Who'd take a bullet for me if it came down to it? I turn my things to the wall to avoid opinion. I watch francis bacon through dark glasses sweating in a big hat. The canal turns to oil. Deep dark and black. It's a gunk you can drown on. There were words that I admired, big ones that I aspired too. Note the past tense. Fay's been in the hospital, she'll be better soon. I don't think I'll cope when the summer fades. I was home alone. I ate half my dinner, it's an achievement... If you could buy anything what would you buy?... (love me xx)

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