Everything was


We walked thru the foret and across the greenest banks of concrete, I think there was a crap sculpture burning and some flames on that day of remixed blankkness – although they couldn’t be sure.

I ran across the field.

My throat was discoloured (dislocated).

Alls I could remember was Blockbusters and the sun reflecting upon the player of records. The planted tree. The OHP in the hedgerow and something about a dusty medical room.



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