I heard that you found somebody new
It's been raining most of the afternoon, stayed inside reading 'Homicide' by David Simon, walked up to the dairy in the mist, thought about 'Every Rose Has Its Thorn' by Poison. Went to St Lukes shopping earlier, helped a woman lift her 20 kilogram daughter out of her shopping trolley (she told me the girl weighed 20 kg). This girl didn't want to come to me, I could see that, but she did with this docile sort of disdain, she seemed a bit drugged, or lobotomised. But beautiful.