I'm listening to the splendid second LP by Loose Fur. I have a tumbler of vodka w/ ginger ale. I am alone. All in all a fairly agreeable state of affairs.
How tenuous are we permitted to become?
Why are these fleeting pleasures... I mean... can they they no be prolonged?
A sublime beverage, lustrous musique, a pen and a paper. Jonny is quite content.
Now I will write a wee story!
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