Sunday, 8 December 2019

need to move

I'm in the peak District.


Someone is out to kill me. I've been on the side of people who are politically rebels, and I don't know who I can trust. There are farmers who are secretly working for the powers that be, and if they know who I am they could try to kill me. I'm afraid.

There is football. I'm support the underdogs.

My dad is here. There is a new building being built.

It's like a hotel or new centre.

My brother Joe is here too. He's making a new art work. Like a giant vagina.


This building is like a pub. I'm moving to a new place. To stay.

Seeking home. Friends camping. We need to move.

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