My Diary: I Wear A Shirt With Bullet Holes Forming The Shape Of A Heart

I caught another train today,after travelling to the station on a boiled sweet.I remembered old fashioned signals looked like saluting soldiers and then noticed bullet holes in the tree leaves.Smoke was visible in the space above comic heads where previously speech balloons had been-I pulled myself into a thought cloud and rained on the empty seat next to me.The business man had a bicycle in his pocket but still got a taxi when I followed him out into the cast off remains of a Stonehenge sightseeing trip;I wrote E equals MC squared on a half fallen sarsen stone and then looked for the sacrificial victim in a lady’s shopping bag.I realised much later that we are all sacrificial victims in other people’s shopping bags and then corrected my watch by the church tower clock.

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