I'd like to go to Gloucester England. I'd read and listen to my ipod on the plane. I'd go to newly formed crop circles and maybe time it for the apparently famous music festival. I'd go to pubs if I'm still a beer drinker. Surely I'd go to other parts of Europe too. I'd go to Amsterdam and marvel at the bikes, flowers and windmills, and then I'd get high, and I'd marvel at the bikes, flowers and windmills. I'd go to Greece and feel big. Greece isn't a place of small things, but I imagine it's a place that makes you feel big. Who knows where else I'd go. Perhaps you have suggestions. Perhaps you'd like to come along. If you came along, we can talk about this and that on the flight, and you can borrow my book and ipod. We can feel circular and high and big together.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
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