Photoshop

An experiment. Owes Spack two words, 'flush' and 'moisturised'. Dead honest me. Span

My head is a wasteland, waxy and round as a circus O, the dogs are still in the sawdust, wanting water. My tent is a mud mouth that snogs my knees makes the flask crack and leak. My mind is muttering about

We toured the chocolatiers, I on his arm enchanted by Easter. The magnolia trees held back some musty mention of death. The old Jewish quarter, quiet as a bell empty but for fishmongers and a busker