One way motorway

I have been thinking about shamanism, environment and stuff.

Walked to a coffee house this morning.

I think M was sent to me as a muse. I have a visceral feeling of wanting to make love to him. I think he found me bemusing/amusing/boring/tiresome.

I heard the line “I worship the ground whereupon my love walks” . I think it’s Shakespeare but I heard Paul Weller sing it about a woman.

It’s just with “M” I worshipped the ground he walked on. He was so perfectly beautiful!


I have lots of thoughts about all this climate stuff but I prefer to keep them to myself.

I dunno anything really.

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