After the newspaper, all the turgid crud one perforce swallows day by day here over this long stretch on the billboards, in the retail quarters and then borne by the poor sorry sods like a cross everywhere they go. Above all it was the youth most pitiful, herded through the housing towers, the schools & malls. STRAWBERRY LEAGUE left drowning the retina, and, PING! electric impulse flooding the brain before you could say Jack Robinson, or look away. Opposite at the table ROMANITE – For Pride and Glory, black hoodied lad hunched over his books. Crowd spilling onto the floor of the 8th offered a soft, bespectacled Indian confrere of the first lass, sporting The Same Is Tame. (Pass mark for rebellion in the Singapore frame.) All the sudden inspirations between breakfast and lunch from the designers in the lofts through the region. (Easy to differentiate the native linguistic flair of Anglo-American copy.) Little mouse eyes caught in the trap. School was back Monday. (Correction: possibly read Homanite here. Movie tie-in?) Strawberry was fleecy woolly, matched with pink underwear briefs as it happened, that had ridden high on the girl’s thighs. Beside Homanite sat a contented blank maroon hoodie unfussed… perhaps there was something on his chest. Ya, in the Tropics still. Fiercesome aircon at the best of times, and on an overcast day with drizzle again, very Siberia.
SG National Library
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