Wilful suspension of disbelief
Going nowhere fast.
Mine was named Betty Ann too
Absent for a while, I was studying.
Critically assess
A bottle of Glenfiddich, almost finished. Back to that noble pursuit of perfect drunken languor.
Today’s the day
Finished revising, spent the day listening to Station to Station.
Felt cold as ice on the grass beneath
I’m thinking about the bridge.
And everyone hears every little sound
Waiting for the snow .
Give us some of that manzanilla
The Campari has deteriorated.
They are moscas
It has been a sleepless weekend.
You’ve done it again Virginia
And thanked yourself for pouring yourself a drink.
Is this a nightly thing?
A bottle of red, thanks Hemingway.
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