there are in my heart queues of 'thank you's' for the letters it makes me want to feel better which undoubtedly I will soon but oh I hope so. It's all topsy turvy and as much as I've wanted to write back to everyone it's impossible to do much except howl at the moon even in the broadest of daylight wider than bermondseyJon and pipeless but not without attept at cunning thwarted by a little voice singing Judy Garland and For Lover saying 'give it a go you berk, you never know'. And one never does.
Honorata I've been asleep everytime you've come I think, but the flowers and Babushka dolls make for priceless gestures in material eternity and my open heavy loving heart tips a nod or is the expression a wink in the direction of yours. Love to your sister and husband too, just to keep things above board.
Chevvy has proven useless in obtaining any skag sympathy for me - contary to popular rumour. The man is immovable in his defiance of the 'brown treatment'[ favoured by modern arcadian physics. So stop pointing fingers] One week.. and I so weak ah poor me fuck it I'm collapsing ...
today i bought 2 cheeeep lil' fish from a so called 'aquarium' in kilburn...named them tinny tinny tramp tramp and lady tut tut//they cant help but jump when they hear me shoop shooppping
they are blowing you bubbles and fishy kissy kissys o o o o o
(might be dead in the morning..god bless em...i hope its safe to keep fish in blenders?))