Paul Graham Raven @PaulGrahamRaven
Too hot to think. You could chew the Chelsea air like bubblegum tonight, blow queasy blue zeppelins of low-grade anxiety toward Battersea.
Paul Graham Raven @PaulGrahamRaven
Hardly another window open on this street other than mine, occupants all elsewhere; an immaculately manicured somewhere-for-the-weekend.
Paul Graham Raven @PaulGrahamRaven
I sweat, sat sullen in cutoff shorts on a broken swivelchair. Gravity has been working on my midriff while I've been busy with other things.
Paul Graham Raven @PaulGrahamRaven
Where do they go, the botoxed Sloanes, the chalkstriped blusterers, new-money Maseratis? Some Ballardian resort, a sealed ecosystem...
Paul Graham Raven @PaulGrahamRaven
... like London, but without that omnipresent risk of osmosis, the inescapable lingering stench of the poor.
Paul Graham Raven @PaulGrahamRaven
Something waits, waits for its moment pulsing sluggish like a smoker's veins at four a.m. What might disturb some fatal chunk of plaque?
Paul Graham Raven @PaulGrahamRaven
Babylondon dozes like a marketplace cur, teeth half-bared, eyes screwed shut against the truth. The butcher sharpens a nervous cleaver.
