The hat.

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an untitled blog designed to set up an antagonistic
response in any innocent wanderer who happens upon it, particularly during the dark-blue velvet darkness of a moonless night; a blog designed to fool people into thinking that it means something deep, when, everyone easily sees through it.

A blog “cleverly” designed to elicit no comments or feedback from viewers, none of whom will have read this far, but will have left by now, a bored yawn on their intrinsic mouths, (at most) for other less arid haunts, leaving me, talking emptily to myself in this Sunday morning bed.

So be it.

lets go to the fish and chip shop…

… where the fish and chips used to be so chrispy and fresh, when childhood rose like a burning cinder caught by a fresh spring wind and spiralled upwards to the clouds of a fresh  spring day.

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