Thursday, February 19, 2015


Drifting over the tops of houses, down into gardens where pollen floats along and ants crawl around getting busy busy, up through the clothesline, I take some loop de loops through it and continue on my way in through the window of a passing car, the fellow is listening to oldies radio and eating an iced cream while he drives. The floor is littered with greasy towels and wine boxes. the goon bags inside the wine boxes all inflate together and the car levitates. The fellow is happy he no longer needs to steer and can concentrate on his iced cream. He puts his arm out the window and looks at the clouds going by. I will stay here a little while.

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