Hello,
Mission Accomplished! Easy Whistle Solo and Privatising Parts.
Next on the agenda: The Impotence of Being and Somethingness and Fear of Novels.
The night lies in hovels.
And so I move my guts back to Kelburn,
And so I walk, barefoot at 3am past the four square.
And so my friends ask when I will or will not ensure that the Green card remains crisp.
Lord! I ask. Do you, or do you not, expect me to put up with lice? A common coincidence re: OTC&POHCTMAHYL and Baxter's 'Jerusalem Sonnets: Poems for Colin Baxter'.
Love
RM
