Rabbit, rabbit! I woke this morning with forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit running through my head like the stuck line of a song, which I'm not even sure what to do with. On the other hand, I also woke to a small black cat who crawled under the covers beside me and purred himself back to sleep, which feels like a better omen. The air and the light have changed just enough to feel like autumn, even on a drizzling day. Every year I observe it's the ghost-season, but that doesn't seem to stop it being true.
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- 1: Here we are half-awake
- 2: We just want to go to a stately home built in the Georgian style
- 3: Sit thee down and put them on
- 4: My life's a crooked mess of things I've broken with my head
- 5: ?פֿאַר װאָס זאָל איך אײַך געבן דירה-געלט אַז די קיך איז צעבראָכן
- 6: A second flood, a simple famine, plagues of locusts everywhere
- 7: So Krishna stole the butter, did he?
- 8: When I invited Frank and you back to mine for a mange tout when I meant ménage à trois
- 9: The shadows on the walls don't recognize me anymore
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