calum down
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putting aside all this piss+bollox malarkey for a moment,
i'd like to dwell on the æsthetic beauty of these things...
i don't care what anyone else thinks, they are fucking stunning.
ida and i were just sat sitting outside quaffing bordeaux watching the sun setting,
(our new gaff looks southward down from the pennines, it's quite spectacular),
when we both remarked almost simultaneously that the sky was suddenly wondrous with entrails.
there are lots of trails over the sky here tonight, looking south west over manchester,
6 or 7 high-up planes often in view at once really pumping it out,
plus several, before landing at ringway, doing their descending circling thang,
all making their white marks on the sky blue,
like a young child drawing his first crosses with big man city crayons across the dusky sky,
crosses over fading crosses over more fading crosses.
if it weren't for the fact that we are both from strong stock we may easily have wept at the spectacle.
this is not my photograph but it gives an idea
i'd like to dwell on the æsthetic beauty of these things...
i don't care what anyone else thinks, they are fucking stunning.
ida and i were just sat sitting outside quaffing bordeaux watching the sun setting,
(our new gaff looks southward down from the pennines, it's quite spectacular),
when we both remarked almost simultaneously that the sky was suddenly wondrous with entrails.
there are lots of trails over the sky here tonight, looking south west over manchester,
6 or 7 high-up planes often in view at once really pumping it out,
plus several, before landing at ringway, doing their descending circling thang,
all making their white marks on the sky blue,
like a young child drawing his first crosses with big man city crayons across the dusky sky,
crosses over fading crosses over more fading crosses.
if it weren't for the fact that we are both from strong stock we may easily have wept at the spectacle.
this is not my photograph but it gives an idea
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