...that night I went to sleep with a multitude of thoughts, all of them nonsense. A random assortment of verbs and nouns, a pick n mix of quasi-wisdom, just waiting to be scooped into the paper bag of tomorrow, only to be carelessly ripped open by mid-morning; a sugary snack for elevenses...
"Leave to the cupboard, the custard, the butter, the mayonnaise; for only water, smooth and pure, has the viscocity of life."
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