Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head followed by What the World Needs Now mid-afternoon at Orchard Kinokuniya, unpaid pen employed for the note-taking. There had been rain in the morning and showers later, one distinct grenade of refreshing humus rising from the ground somewhere in the travels. (It might possibly have been through the Haig blocks car-park in fact beneath a tree up on one of the islands when the path at the end parallel to the road was taken in order to avoid yet another pass of the funeral party at the base of Block 11, the Arab Hadramis. Should one go over to offer condolences in person?...) An attempt to exit the store without further ado proved fruitless: What’s New Pussy Cat?, unremastered original in this case by the cashier. Wow, Wow-Wow, Wow, Wow. There was a speaker close-by. Stretching credulity of course one perfectly well understands, but, how to say, veritas and nothing but. Consecutive tracks in this precise order: unknown vocalist the first in the standard rendition; the Burt Bacharach and finally topped by inimitable Tom. Not only that either: there came more delay in the queue for payment with a lapsed Members’ Card at the counter, lady buying a stack of unidentifiable titles, children’s series best guess. The Way We Die Now and When Breath Becomes Air face out on the top shelf of the Highlights stand bodilo oci, as the Serbs say—pricking the eyeballs.
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Sucking It In
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head followed by What the World Needs Now mid-afternoon at Orchard Kinokuniya, unpaid pen employed for the note-taking. There had been rain in the morning and showers later, one distinct grenade of refreshing humus rising from the ground somewhere in the travels. (It might possibly have been through the Haig blocks car-park in fact beneath a tree up on one of the islands when the path at the end parallel to the road was taken in order to avoid yet another pass of the funeral party at the base of Block 11, the Arab Hadramis. Should one go over to offer condolences in person?...) An attempt to exit the store without further ado proved fruitless: What’s New Pussy Cat?, unremastered original in this case by the cashier. Wow, Wow-Wow, Wow, Wow. There was a speaker close-by. Stretching credulity of course one perfectly well understands, but, how to say, veritas and nothing but. Consecutive tracks in this precise order: unknown vocalist the first in the standard rendition; the Burt Bacharach and finally topped by inimitable Tom. Not only that either: there came more delay in the queue for payment with a lapsed Members’ Card at the counter, lady buying a stack of unidentifiable titles, children’s series best guess. The Way We Die Now and When Breath Becomes Air face out on the top shelf of the Highlights stand bodilo oci, as the Serbs say—pricking the eyeballs.
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