underworldlive.com today:
Beautiful solitude of a strawberry smoothy
on crisp white linen & cereal floating for a chilled banana
waiting for hot tea to hit the back of a numb boy's throat
coming around to the idea 'it's morning'.
Sunrise at the Southern edge of this tiny island.
England rises at the end of Summer, in the mouth of Autumn.
I think karl opened the show with this monologue yesterday, or at least some of it...
