Thursday, August 4, 2011

Flickedy Flame

Last night me and BV were sucking down slim fingers at the back of the bar whilst
a dude we've known for ages played his trumpet and his gong in the front bar.
Terrible he was, but we felt alive for the first time in a while.

This morning we 'came across' this.

So I say to you....even when things are at their most horribillus...
and you seek occassion to hope - only to doubt that little flame that flickers....


Flickedy Flame, you were right to stay alight, and we were right to shield you from the wind.

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