Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: November 2019

Workbook: November, 2019

November 30, 2019: Rolls outta bed around 2pm, and from that moment there's none but her.
November 29, 2019: The cook eats her own lunch at an empty table:
November 28, 2019: Byron, bored with his brilliance.
November 27, 2019: The Banquet Years though was my Doors of Perception.
November 26, 2019: Ken Russell's The Devils.
November 25, 2019: What I love especially in Against the Fall of Night...
November 24, 2019: Was it insightful of her to give me Against the Fall of Night?
November 23, 2019: And then my truest friend.
November 22, 2019: Tragedy in the Sea of Pain.
November 21, 2019: BRAIN: Turns out we both fucked up.
November 20, 2019: I suppose no-one expects their body to reach its expiration date today.
November 19, 2019: He tried manufacturing.
November 18, 2019: In memory I taste flour.
November 17, 2019: Yet all these fantasies of roads not taken assume the contemporary me.
November 16, 2019: A long time ago on a Market Street far far away I walked past a strip club on my lunch break.
November 15, 2019: It makes sense she'd haunt his dreams.
November 14, 2019: Yet he is very, very lonely.
November 13, 2019: Somehow I missed my bus home from school.
November 12, 2019: She followed me to university...
November 11, 2019: She was kind to me in Crete.
November 10, 2019: I've become her, of course.
November 9, 2019: People don't change.
November 8, 2019: Am I losing my connection to life?
November 7, 2019: I prided myself for decades over my affection for my exes.
November 6, 2019: Codependent pattern with Romantic core.
November 5, 2019: I watch those movies because I need the good guys to win.
November 4, 2019: I don't think the world values the things I'm good at.
November 3, 2019: I went into the past, it was a mistake.
November 2, 2019: My mother loved Jackie Gleason's "Honeymooners" sketches.
November 1, 2019: When they pressed her little paws into wet clay, and carved her name into the tablet...