mid morning awakening
sea of white
Swiss Cottage
Dreary grey swept under
a green carpet of grass revealed
a clear cityscape
Primrose Hill
sleepy December morning
blood red stroke, painted on her neck
Late
classic candid
"Bite my cock off"
nuff said
warm + moist, air brimming with laughter
underground, underground, underground
steam on the antique windows
beer in our tired stomaches
Ye Old Chesire Cheese
(but seriously, who plays chess in a pub -- I wanna start)
The following ducks were probably eaten
"can we pay with duck"
(we had 2 half ducks for dinner)
duck
or well, a mallard
adios Londres, nos vemos pronto
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