Subject: existential exercises
Cool, look forward to that. Looking at the copy I kept the side with handwritten credits is really scruffy and unprofessional looking but seems to reflect the chaos and trouble of finishing the record and general alcoholic disorder.
Today I thought I was being followed round Tesco by actors hired by intelligence agencies, then that I was being followed home by military freemasons. I get so fucking cliched in my delusions. Pretty shaky physically too with lots of tremors and paralysis. The drinking last weekend was truly liver dissolving.
