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Stupidity is much the same all the world over.


Looking out. Lookunout. Lukunout. Lukunoot. Look a nut! Look an out! Luke an owl. Look leek soup. Loop-de-loop. The loop. The hoop. Circle. Perfect circle. Acquaintances and friends. They don't come in conveniant sizes. Round. Roundabout. Roustabout. How about you? How about me? You and me? about me? Nothing doing. Nothing? Not a stitch. He's a god now. He's dead now. And now. And now. The moment. BECOME. BEING. BECOMING. GONE. Opportunity. Window. Windowless mirror. Image. Image is everything. Anything goes. Going. Going. Gone. Forever. Permanence. Forever. Never. Ever. Together. Two of us. Going. Nowhere. On our own. Own. Possession. Loss. Empty. MT. MG. Racing green. Leaf. Idea. Idea leaf. Imperative. Mission. Plan. Master. Slave. Morality. Ammorality. Herd. Sheep. Flock. Frock. Jesus. Christ. Right. Wrong. Write on. Write off. Right off the planet. Right now. Right then. How about you? You? You? You and me? NEVER! Together. Pieces. Puzzle. Quandry. Quantity. Quality. Quantify. Cope. Hope. Quote. Wrote. Written. Sittin'. Still. Calm. Nerves. Curves. Women. Your curves give me nerves. Shivers. Shakes Thick. Thin. End.

This is Hunter Street. It used to be a jam factory, but now it's an art school and fancy flats.

Comments

tony said…
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes..............
yamini said…
I am drifting off to sleeeeep ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Is this what we are heading towards, no sense of individuality at all???

I think we all need a change, sure!!
Tash said…
It's pretty! All the buildings are well maintained and I like the jaunty angles of the look-alike apartments.
Fun to read stream of conciousness (or however it's spelled.)
Priyanka Khot said…
jam makes me think of breakfast, although it is time for lunch, I really want to have jam right now.

BTW: You have not been visiting Delhi without a reminder... what is the matter Mr McCracken (trying to go back to our shared Victorian past).
Candie said…
How you feel now?LOL
Carola said…
Like your text very much, its flowing, flooding, running, stopping, mudding.
O.K. hope you know what I want to say.
Kris McCracken said…
Tony, good old David Jones...
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I must be boring you.
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, it used to be a slum, now it's all post apartments.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I have been struggling to get Internet time of late...
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, I know exactly! :)
yamini said…
Not at all!!!!

It is the indiscriminate loss of individuality around me that bores me.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it is dull, that is right.

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