horsemouth is up. sten just departed for work (he doesn't seem to have taken his recycling with him). last night (post giallo - the black belly of the tarantula) he read more of that awful mess on via merulana (well done horsemouth, we must get this reading lark back up to scratch). horsemouth had watched black belly before, he realised a little way in.
it is the centenary of modernism (according to pound who finds 1922 the significant year) there are various radio shows.
wednesday a meeting of the communal endeavour. horsemouth (as you know) is a forwards ever backwards never kind of person, there was a discussion, the business plan was written based on that, it was voted to be accepted by the management committee, it was taken to a vote of the members who passed it and now someone wants to go back and re-invent the wheel and do something different.
oh for fuck's sake (mutters horsemouth).
horsemouth supposes that should the current scheme fall through (which it might) then we will be back to the previous scheme (which rehouses less people thanks for asking). people may be more satisfied with that one.
ah well fuck it. it's not his problem. he is satisfactorily housed in the house with the hoarders (and all their junk on every available surface - mostly the floor). of his friends still in short-life he thinks they will have to admit they've had a good run. (so long and thanks for all the fish).
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