The music of Leather Lane

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When I walk down Leather Lane I hear music.

It reaches me through open windows high

Why am I single?

Yes. I know.

That title is not a good way to attract (positive) attention from the opposite sex. The levels of sad and cringe-worthiness it implies are too awful to contemplate.

Mascara and Meat

By the time I left the house on Saturday at 13:28, I didn’t look too bad. Just twelve minutes earlier, my fate seemed to be threatening a rather less attractive outcome.

Eating words

“My dreams are going through their death flurries,” she wrote that June. “I thought they were all safely buried, but sometimes they stir in their grave, making my heartstrings twinge. I mean no particular dream, you understand, but the whole radiant flock of them together—with their rainbow wings, iridescent, bright, soaring, glorious, sublime. They are dying before the steel javelins and arrows of a world of Time and Money.”*