horsemouth has just posted off a heavily redacted version of his life story.
he's had breakfast. he's had his coffee. he's had his first cup of tea for the day. outside it is mild and grey. soon a walk. (he didn't get out of the door yesterday).
phew today he doesn't have to work. (friday he has to work).
horsemouth likes to keep things brief (you may be shocked to read this having waded through blogpost after blogpost of his turgid prose). his theory of writing is that it's all about the rewrite, editing it down tighter and shorter until it shines.
in one of horsemouth's mixcloud sessions you will find the espers version of flaming telepaths by the blue oyster cult. they do it very well (in some ways their version of durutti column's tomorrow is even better). there's a minutemen version of the red and the black somewhere. there's a metallica version of astronomy horsemouth believes. there's the patti smith original of fire of unknown origin.
last night he tried to watch some giallos and euro horrors (but the wind wasn't in those sails). his reading has bogged down. (it is difficult to know what you are going to want to read plus the bedroom light is in the wrong place to enable late night reading).
moan moan moan.
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