A Certain Taste

As I wake from another night’s slumber and shuffle around my cavernous lair trying to find my zippo to light my wall Sconces. Once lit I rub my hollow empty sockets and stretch my aching body out, first things first let’s make coffee as I put my aluminium percolator on the grate of my fire and leave to brew I sit and roll my first cigarette of the day. Pondering what may be written in the cards for today I sit and stare at the mouth of my hollow. The blackened morning sky rolls by and a chill creeps through. Wishing it was a fraction warmer, not summer warm but that early spring kinda warm, I’m alerted from my daydream to my percolator clicking off. Fetching my favourite cup for a coffee which despite the crack that runs almost the length of the mug and is holding on for dear life. They don’t make them like they used to. Shuffling to the mouth of my cave I light my cigarette and take my first sip of coffee. Staring out at the moon lighting the thick clouds I feel a shiver come over me. Wondering what it could be I search my thick tattered robes and find my mobile buzzing like it’s possessed. Opening it up I have an Instagram notification, at this hour I wonder what I possibly could’ve missed. As I open the app and glance down I have a friend request. As I scratch my hollow skull I take a look and find a band that goes by the name of Lautrec

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