16 November 2012
I'm in Greenwich Park, up a tree.
ie; London, see?
It's really dark, it's really cold, and you won't ever find me.
I've got booze, I've got drugs (skunk and speed), and an iPhone strapped on me sleeve.
It's 9, Greenwich Mean Time and I'm gonna mix a little cider, with some vodka, with some cheap thunderbird wine......
You ever seen a fat man fly?
Come to Greenwich Park with a torch man,
We'll chant us some Walt Whit, man
Then I'll sing a flying song for you.
Then we'll fly.
Soaring.
And magnificent.
Up A Tree With Walt Whit, man • Opuss № I