i\’m only sleeping

This morning I discovered an unsmoked – and relatively unbent – cigarette among the crumbs lurking under the cushions of my sofa. I am smoking it now. Looking at the hoarfrost melting in the sun from my window here on the twenty-second floor, and pondering John Winston Lennon\’s December demise twenty-eight years ago.

I considered posting a song to commemorate his death yesterday, but given all those DMCA notices circulating currently I think it safe to assume they are just waiting for an excuse to pounce.

You know the drill. Imagine a number and hum along. Just not that one, please; the post title will suffice.


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