Sunday, 21 December 2014

Sunday Advent four

Up, wake, barely light. Hypnos grabs his own again, back for another nightmare. Imprisonment at work. Strange. How can you sign your own life away?
 up at eight pills wash and cream the nose.
Son up, go out, get prtezels.
Handy living in the town centre

return, son has set the table, set up the coffee machine
Sunday's daze.


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