Million Billion Trillion

feels good to have that over , the suckiest valentines ever. now i can concentrate on enjoying every other day that will be, at the very least, better than this historic low.

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at cafe nero staring out of the window and at the lovely form of my cappacino with chocolate dust at the patisserie and winter coats the young women doting on her little babe, a group of gingernuts, someone pushing on the pull door, old lady with her oldish son who she is calling 'ticker, dear' and she sounds like the queen. this is lasting. smart car followed by what i think must be a dumb car, a devout scrouge for a valentine, my driver who was watching soft porn whilst taking me to the station (his merc has a driverside tv...) and one hopes that concerns for safety were not responsible for diminishing his viewing pleasure. guy with over zealous limp for mildly bruised ankel. danii minougue gracing the cover of vogue, drunk man telling truths to passers by who walk down the high street to be noticed, but heavens, not by him! duck! he sees you! he sees everyone, everything. then theres my obsession, my financial repression and a million well timed shares in mr tunnocks teacakes.
life is really good, really good. God is really kind.