June 18, 2006

wilderness, wilde, wildman

now i'm back in the CM1, civilisedness has become undone

while it may appear that from my appearance i am feral, no wilde, a wilderness dresser – a wildman? – last night in the pub i was the very oscar of cheekiness. we bantered and frolicked, conscious unconscious, i cheated the bar out of a round of drinks, just like my ancestors would have done.

one to the front
and one to the side

i have said it before on this blog – the only time i'm drink–and–drug–free is when i get my drink and drugs for free – and now i am finally getting to live according to mantra. while nabokov joined me in the pub, as a villain, he was in my pocket, and less terrible than the dark and smoky truth.

farewell, i journey back from essex, the wilderness, a wilde, a wildman.

- 2 comments by 1 or more people Not publicly viewable

  1. My darling Rashbrook–
    O! Bedevilled, dishevelled
    By white widowed male

    18 Jun 2006, 20:13

  2. it is a sad day
    when the monkey on one's back
    hides up in one's hair

    20 Jun 2006, 09:56

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