Costa-lotta-notta?
Morning has broken. Lola is fed and gone to join mother at six. Time to wait until my long legged perambulation in that "Costa-Coca Cola" bollocks to recommence the positive effects of 100mg Sertraline, 120mg caffeine, 500ml H²O, two slices wholegrain toast, four mini butter pads and 1 mini Tiptree strawberry jam, before to North Street Deli and a peppermint tea and finally back to 42, and a telly fixated mother, to digest a Bircher muesli and then leg it with Lola for a few hours. The sun breaks through the clouds, just as the number 7 heads off its stand towards Harrogate, casting its mighty force into every pore of my reality and deep in my being. The only God I know is the Sun. We are indivisible and one. Oneness begins and ends in this point. To believe that God is a human is totally irrational and sees us as a body not a soul. My inner being is an inner light, brighter than anything we made, and as intense as our creator: The Sun. Perhaps all through the Universe this ...