a mate for constantine
there's a new member in the household.
meet the priest.
he came to me in a small black box, shiny and new on a drizzly friday evening at a pub near St Paul's Cathedral which was celebrating jack's 300th (?) birthday. the walk i took with the priest afterwards was very nice, reassuring-like. the south bank was all lit up, there were just the right amount of people on it for it to be safe, but all mine all the same. the river was familiar and sweet, welcoming-like, where've you been old friend. the priest and i hung around the national theatre for a bit, appropriating the public art at the foot of waterloo bridge, while i told him about other old friends. the kind who seem to walk with you, giggling or sombre, even when they're very far, walking (possibly in flat sandals) bravely on stony paths with the light of love and hope and a whole new life, in their eyes. i told him about my constantine, whom he would soon meet.
they'll get along i think, my two tin bottles. here they are, lazing about the house on a nice saturday morning.
meet the priest.
he came to me in a small black box, shiny and new on a drizzly friday evening at a pub near St Paul's Cathedral which was celebrating jack's 300th (?) birthday. the walk i took with the priest afterwards was very nice, reassuring-like. the south bank was all lit up, there were just the right amount of people on it for it to be safe, but all mine all the same. the river was familiar and sweet, welcoming-like, where've you been old friend. the priest and i hung around the national theatre for a bit, appropriating the public art at the foot of waterloo bridge, while i told him about other old friends. the kind who seem to walk with you, giggling or sombre, even when they're very far, walking (possibly in flat sandals) bravely on stony paths with the light of love and hope and a whole new life, in their eyes. i told him about my constantine, whom he would soon meet.
they'll get along i think, my two tin bottles. here they are, lazing about the house on a nice saturday morning.
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Bourbon - avoidable except when walking through Yosemite. Stick to honest rum. Or try Sambucca.
and rum? no no no no no no NO! sambuca i agree has occasional charm.. but whiskey's a staple food.