crossing the river - tearing leathery sheets with a pony pony tail

being dual is the only true thing. 11 of july - i used to live in a flat numbered 11, symbolism - keeping me sane.

started counting down the days - now i"m swallowing every second, eating london like a cake.
realised that some letters are non-readable-reachable, can barely stand the fact of fresh ideas, that lost in some inter-galactical boxes of wishes.

I want some intentional spontaneity ,let's improvise. meet me at the spot.