thanks bob you not only sing better than me but your paintings cost more than mine. I travelled on a train from bristol last saturday. I had the carriage to myself, late at night plunging through a dark land, at high speed . it felt very charged. and that sense of surrendering myself with only the carriage walls and the driver between me and oblivion. high speed and not seeing down the line is powerfully erotic. "if I die on top of the hill" ...............
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