† R I just met a few angels on my way down to get some munchies.

A kind old lady, loan me six dollars because I dropped my cash, due to this weaponised amnesia. It makes me self sabotage myself.

There was a man, who was riding a bicycle, with the psychedelic, ambient shadow of post rain industrial day. He had a bright, sparkly, pen-light lamp shimmering, like a kaleidoscopic, lighthouse of Alexandria from his heart centre.

It was surreal.

It was like the 1940's meets 2020s.