Sunday, 4 September 2016

Good things

There is a sense that something good is going to happen.  Just small patches of metaphorical blue bursting through the clouds. I've absolutely no logic to base my theory on. It's a feeling.  Perhaps the edge of a feeling. An almost-but-not-quite feeling. Maybe I'm over-theorising. However one might choose to classify it - something good this way comes. Bring it the fuck on.  


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