river stopoff, might crawl thru the ferns, low lying trees and a bedstead under the stars, rushing water, fast paced river severn, dog barks all night at our disturbance, and noodles, sake, a fire, wine glasses, smashes, kissing and kissing and morning, 1530 pub, no, before that, morning drowsy lush times, pub, toast, writing aeons, kid with the issue, fighting toilet with the spanked pink decor and sexy male black and white, fat woman straight legs doesn't care, son working we continue to ryadaer, get there and walk around, Elan Valley with time to spare, bright, vast, deadening beauty (*) a fire at 8pm, Ludlow, the 1 hour round spin, CDs, sausages, skipped flat peaches and tomatoes, pork scratchings, sausages on sticks, a failed sweet potato, white russians, stoppoff, stop the runoff, stop nature, quit normalcy, eat fuck, lie down, ignore everyone and the midges will bite bite all red spots down arms and on the face, itchy morning under a white sheet they hum, it's 6am and we're not ready yet, but cold.We wake and walk bleary eyed and blissful to deep green brown amber depths that lick such at the stodgy shore fringed by clip cloppy (ridiculous fantasy) stones, round sharp grey. Morning bread and milk and dream like staring, blinking at the wake of tall deciduous, decisions, under blue blank sky shape enter under and worship, we'll give you everything, our bodies, our minds, and read and peed on stones and sharpened sticks for poking things. Into, under and over the hills to little chef where our immodesty caught us up and blasted us out of a self made stratosphere.
The Trout Inn cancelled and the HomeStay found, deep chats left alone in a sheep field, chased away. slow burn, new finds, new lines, submit, dominate, walk the brook, see the houses drink the ale, tingle and remember birmingham. You look so well, with your hairy legs, so well. You saw me from behind and I blushed big. we went around, we found home, the cat alone. Under night we slept and fucked the birds always greet us. We stole, we wrote in a big Morrisons carpark about emptiness, we visited for ice, we sat above and I told you secrets that give me pain, shame. You have none. You can talk. We woke up to dimsum dancing and lounging, a cycle around the city and a smashed up aesthetic that overawes, and fallow. I know it's real but to who? There's a school and it was mine, I shamed me and probably you, I wore no bra for the young girls who think they have to, and my legs remained unshaved, later you shaved me gently. we fucked around the park where I used to fuck around, and you made me angry, I got bitten and dirty. I thought it was all over. Tingly arms over warhammer, not my vibe, someone elses. Chinatown carpark stole the show with pink and green markings just after the witching hour. Slumbering in love late night all night fetish.
films went on unwatched whilst we explored regularly and almost boringly. the next day we decided enough enough and visited my nan. faggots, chips and mushy peas it's ok, but doesn't he look well with his hairy legs. pictures of me as a baby. so relaxed and in love.
driving driving i'm gonna die i'm gonna die.
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