it too late now to even pretent that this is monday night, why ! it is tuesday now and time has elapsed sitting in the pub and watching the people, the groups that meet and discuss the world's fe uture.
It is the evening of the day and it is the night after the day, the time has fled, just run away.
There were three hundred pictures the day before yesterday all cleaned up yesterday and there was no time to write about today that day. Sorry for the incoherence, it is your job to read continuity into this writing, a writhing between the different realities cultivated by different people. There is a definite influence of alcohol here.
four beer
forbear
This post is past midnight and is for yesterday.
And if you are dissapointed, say so
if you are not, say so also,
good night
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