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smells like… happiness!

*(Tales of Deliciousness!) Sweat. Blood. Grime. Boy, how I love Sundays! That’s when My Boy comes back from his game, gloriously sweaty, parts of him caked in mud and sometimes blood crusted over where the spurs ripped his skin. Such headying, adrenaline-charged deliciousness! I scarce know where to lick! Where to sniff! Armpits. Crotch. Socks. … Continue reading

the bookshop around the corner

“I think I still have it in my heart someday to paint a bookshop with the front yellow and pink in the evening… like a light in the midst of darkness.” He was right in his choice of colours, of course, this painter of subtle shifts of light and colour: gloriously swirly starry nights and … Continue reading