I have lived, over the past few years, a life mostly free from anger. Maybe it's my temperament, maybe it's learned, or maybe I have just successfully repressed it. Whichever way it came to be, it is, and so when i do occasionally get angry, I have a peculiar habit of storming away to beautiful or strange places, as if in spite towards that which has angered me, however abstract.
I missed a long awaited doctors appointment, so stamped my way to the train station and took the first train to see the cloisters of Gloucester cathedral, which by the way, are an extraordinary dance of stone and time that have lasted for six hundred years.
I could not concentrate at work, so cycled at speed to the library to leaf through the illuminated copy of the book of revelation. It's insane and the illustrations more surreal and bizarre than the shamanic visions of a toad licker.
I leapt into an icy river in the golden afternoon by a riverbank, I climbed a twisted oak. I caught the eye of a stranger. If you are looking for beauty, let me recommend looking into the eye of another, I guarantee you will see more than the iris.
I missed a long awaited doctors appointment, so stamped my way to the train station and took the first train to see the cloisters of Gloucester cathedral, which by the way, are an extraordinary dance of stone and time that have lasted for six hundred years.
I could not concentrate at work, so cycled at speed to the library to leaf through the illuminated copy of the book of revelation. It's insane and the illustrations more surreal and bizarre than the shamanic visions of a toad licker.
I leapt into an icy river in the golden afternoon by a riverbank, I climbed a twisted oak. I caught the eye of a stranger. If you are looking for beauty, let me recommend looking into the eye of another, I guarantee you will see more than the iris.
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