| trrrrain pull me away from fridat night people. drinks after work. the woman who stepped in front of me at the bus stop podgy but ready to go go hiking go out go to the shops for you need some milk ill go love get things done woman no time, push in front of you woman her trousers were too short for her they were all part of her characture, as if anything longer in the leg would have got in the way a throbbing white oblong moving over a dark drey landscape a landscape split higher up by a slightly lighter grey sky the bars and the seats reflect out. project out onto the roadside as it flies past a ghost moving next to us a bulbous puppet face, powder white skin |