let’s talk about Pipe
assassins in the lobbyways
Dec 15
Pollock must have had the eyes of a house fly to see the same thing close up as from a distance.
We would sit together in the back room, just the two of us, talking about Eternity
When he pushed the cafe door open all talk inside ceased and to a man the twenty or so truck drivers inside swallowed their eggs and browns and breathed in a load of venom and held it fast.
Imagine counting every grain of sand on the beach, and in the park, and all those carried away in cars over the last 30 years. Tourists travelling from here to all corners of the earth. Imagine.