My Diary

I spent much of today standing as a football goal post.  I waited for someone to kick a ball but no penalties were taken.  In frustration I kicked one myself – flowers erupted at the back of the net (which was actually a portal into a new dimension; Jimi Hendrix was president).  On the way home I spoke to the silent sculptures hanging from a gibbet at the aural crossroads – I just picked up the phone and said hello.

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