go ahead, you know you want it

[apiphile]

Today has been an exercise in restlessness, which drove me from the house and into the city, made me change my mind about forty times where I was going, before I washed up at the London Museum and then proceeded to crawl around the highwalks and backstreets of the Square Mile in a state of cripple-footed (I am breaking the boots in, or they are breaking me in) euphoria and made some interesting discovers and renewed an affection for the city by having a go at beating the bounds/beating out old influences and memories. I also bought a map of London because I'm a terrible old cunt, and I want a bicycle even more badly than I did before. I shall buy one, you see if I don't.

Then I went out to see Maud and theoretically to see a band, which didn't happen in the end because the lovely band in question (Patti Plinko and her Boy) were headling and I have to get up tomorrow. I did see a good support act whose name I didn't catch, and a bad support act, and reaffirm that the band in question do not actually want to kill me and bury me in a shallow grave for fucking up one of their gigs last summer. Not overwhelmed by Bar Solo, partly because it was wall-to-wall with rude hipsters.

And now I have a brain full of angry, miserable worms for a completely unrelated reason and am coaxing myself out of self-mutilation on the grounds that it will not help in any way, and that I should just go to sleep.

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Also this happened
fucking book leaking into reality