Monday, 16 November 2015


Forget feelings. Towards someone I mean, towards just one. But by all means, love. Love it all, love them all, and at the same time. Love the sunset, love the sunrise, love the rain and the fog. Love the children, love the animals. All the animals. Love your Uber driver, love your grocery seller. Love your bartender, always love your bartender. Love your mailman, and the cranky lady at the counter. Love. The. Tube. In. The. Dreadful. Morning. But love. Love it all, love them all. All but just one.

Signed: the once called 'the hippiest of all punks'. 

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