Wednesday, 14 September 2016

do not use blunt razors

14 September 2016
The telephone was forgotten at work yesterday, so listen to the bells.
Four bells for the hour, Five for which hour.
It is five in the morning.. cut on the lip whilst shaving, 

Do Not Use Blunt Razors.

The upper lip bleeds profusely, find a small sticking plaster
The cat purrs for attention. Get dressed, and leave the house..

A man on an electrical bicycle, with small wheels, hums past on his way up the main street. He is fast, he is coughing, and he is very fat.
at the bus stop, there is the bog cotton man. His hair has now grown long enough to allow him to tie it back behind his head. Perhaps he is growing it long so that he may be able to take part in next year's pageant. In celebration of the middle ages...
Watch as a tiny dog with a tinny bark and with a red light on his collar chases the ducks who had been feeding on the town's lawns. The dog runs around yapping, and the ducks, literally, take flight.
See the bus approach out of the distance, come around the distant corner. The bog cotton man, Dolores and teacherman geto that spot where the bus customarily halts.
"Leave the bus at the railway station, there is a small group of five fine people discussing something in the smoker's square.They are very loud voiced. Nod to the pigtailed man, and then climp the steps and enter the railway station hall.
One large coffee, a small table, a silent television in showing a doucumentary about sunburn. 

There are more people' n the station now, the holiday season is over.
The Rosenheim Train is in, blocking the view over all the other platforms.
It is time to go, platform six.
At Moosburg, the train fills up, and the day has grown sufficiently bright to allow the details of the landscape to become visible by the time the train has made it to Freising. All of the colours are dark yet, sombre greens and browns.

A path lived with trees, and illuminated with yellow sodium lamps. 

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