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Crystal Ball
I’m twelve hours ahead of the whole fucking cluster-fuck and tonight I’m was feeling a bit knackered. I stare at the ceiling listening to my music. Something in it, earthy and electronic, tells me everything is alright. It doesn’t make sense, it just makes me think that. That’s all I need tonight, and any night. Neither is there sense in who we just elected but that’s OK too. It’s going to have to be OK. The inconvenient truth in this liminal cycle for all of us is that no one has a crystal ball.
Like the train, they come, they stay for a term or two and then they go… until one does not. And life remains right where is was put.
Like the train, they come, they stay for a term or two and then they go… until one does not. And life remains right where is was put.
Published 6th Nov 2024
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6th Nov 2024 4:57pm
it's a very stressful time for us all and what we can do is our best I waiting for a grocery give away and was struck by how many middle class were there hang in there ❤️
