4 December 2012
The weather today is like a lump in the middle of your mattress, like inhaling cigarette smoke, like waking up from general anesthetic, like eating too much. Yellow chalk scraping on a blackboard, like burnt food gone cold, standing in the middle of the rush hour, like porrige congealed in your bowl, steel wool gathering dust.
(my take on Sweet Like a Crow)
Gentle like a Hurricane • Opuss № I