21.3.2014
Human feeding machine nocturnal cat trampoline. Tramped-animal. Cat not a camel, that cat has no tail. But that is another tale of woe. It has no humps either
The clothes, the pills, the nasal spray. All of those things are correctives, not a cure.
The strange bird at the bus stop, with its staccato warning is a tiny black and white animal. So small, so noisy. The godtenmorgen madam has her suitcases with her, today is Friday.
The bus driver is an idiot. A small man higher benyaelf important, doing what he can to make life hard for people just getting on with their job. Dour and unfriendly.
The tinney Tussi has gone this morning. Just gone. So hustle on, inability to deal with concentration things.
Leave the bus driver to his bus; Coffee at the cafe, nothing tastes good today.
Drink it anyway.
A noble lonely half moon accompanies the train in downs landscape.
Apart from the mechanical noises of the train, there is silence.
Nobody talking at all. There are few people on board.
Now the squeaks at pivots, joints and springs, all parts of these carriages are irritating.
There is an attentive sensation of malevolence in the surroundings, in the vehicle as the run rises over the chemical factory at Musbury. There are few people on the platform, even the car park is near deserted..
The distance and time involved in getting to and from the place of work both become longer and more painful with every
passing year.
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