sipping cold gin downin the silent garden.
summer.
late evening.
mini-beasts are out landing in my sweat.
cant sleep.
cant concentrate.
garden looms like a
colourful townscape
on a plastic biscuit tin.
still i sketch my anti-gems down.
this is one.
ugly psycho coked out.
ugly plastic tits out.
it the 80s/tv - guns gangsters solid pastel colours tall hair.
panel show.
rows of the same smug faces.
hosted by Uncle S. Fry.
watch it for crazy facts
about our world/take it with pinches of salt.
later before shallow sleep and the endless dreams of bags
i find Uncle S. Fry
in 80s D. Lander Investigates/old radio show
hidden online.
i
listen
waiting for my muscles to relax.
i
make
a
mental
note
to Facebook post on how easy is in to OD on Uncle Fry
in 2010.
anti-gem done.
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