Cocking and a rocking. Drinking and drinking until only the Id is left. Smoking until the Moon seems like a good place to live and stars are but nothing and accepting the solitude of the dark hump of space, my space. Travel, long walks, romance, sailing, not really sailing, pretending to drive, being sick, cats, old letters and articles from the long forgotten bosom of the nineties, really fucking good looking people not like the ones on television right now, dust collecting on video games consoles, laying down in puddles, metaphors, I have no Super Ego, I am almost perfect in my flaws. The Commodore 64, being working class and pretending not to be so, picking up accents, making money and wasting it, accidentally swearing in the presence of children and as Rocky Dennis wrote 'the Sun on my face'.
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