i write from trinity church square to report that, rather unexpectedly, creepy has a copy of a grand dont come for free by my doppleganger. somtimes of late i have become convinced that i am in rather a fraught position, but this record reminds me of a truely melodramatic and fearful era. and my bad luck hat is on the table in the sitting room. but no matter. i will go and feed a crow or something. sorry for the lack of posts. i am have been pissing about. now i need a haircut, and i want to go out dancing. most lilkely i will just start a new book and do a bit of work or some such guff.