My Diary: Holding On With A Harpsichord Smile

I donned a suit and tie and then scrambled about in the mud by the garden pond,‭ ‬picking up each lily leaf in turn as if it was a telephone‭ ‬-‭ ‬the last caller hung up on me when I pronounced my name in a regional dialect of modern day Orangutan.‭ ‬Immediately after this a tree in our neighbour’s garden surprisingly stated that unborn children hide inside atomic nuclei and blasted off on the latest space mission.‭ ‬In a terrestrial response I took the dog out for walk,‭ ‬coming back after she had preened herself in a clump of goosegrass‭ ‬-‭ ‬she then went to man the barricades during the Paris Commune and I signed my‭ ‬initials in reverse on the Bourdon bell of the cathedral of Notre-Dame‭ ‬-‭ ‬we met up later as twin nuclei in a parenchymal plant cell:‭ ‬thus proving once and for all that all life is one.


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