once the plane crossed the channel, the color drained from the sky as watercolors would do under pouring water. underneath, a carelessly sewn patchwork blanket of greyish greens.
after trudging along with my co-pilot on cobbley roads, on and off trains, being harassed by a security guard yet again, i had a certain chore to do (for the benefit of my mental health).
hot damn, beck. hot. damn.
you and your 'guero'. and sunflower seeds. pijamas. sudden bursts of dance. bliss.
(mr hansen please leave scientology, please please please do)