Mad North-Northwest
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
10.5.09
And when it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand, I was born a rambling man
I'm out, for at least two months.
It's time to abandon the internet.
Write me letters.
The world stretches out ahead, vaguely insecure and menacing, and all I want is to go to sleep.
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