A man that sells poems said to me.....
 

I am stumbling back home tonight across west London and there is this guy who sells poems for a living. He sits there with a hood over his face and candles around him and you give him £1 - $2 and get a poem. This guys poems mean something. I find it strange how I can never find him when I want a word of advice but then at times he is there.

I find him quite magical.

He said to me tonight :

"It is hard for any man to understand that he is walking with fallen gods and broken angels."

I am fucked up and this made me sad.....

tell him to cool down on the crack!

Dont be sad. He's insane!!

The catepillar thought the world was over then became a butterfly.....

That is an old one but beautifull.

relish XXX ~ DonW ?

must be like some kind of mystical creature