-- Mountain high, all time low.
Surrounded by love.
The treachery
of the mind.
And to think
that the best days
are so far behind us.
--- The mercurial mix
of amphetamine sulphate,
Holsten Pils, treble
vodkas --- and the girl
from accounts.
---- Did we really have
to aim quite so high?
-- Apollo and Artemis
got lost somewhere
between here and
Leicester Square.
Meanwhile Dionysus
has got the landlord
in a headlock and
is promising 'free drinks
for all' ---
----- Bowie on the jukebox,
silence on the other end
of the phone.
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