drawing – Saint Beckett

Time has wearied me….

….like nothing else.

Still hungry….

….it is winter after all.

Personally delivered……

……is always the best.

Keep warm…

……while the wind blows through the branches.

Wrap yourself up….

…..in your worries.

Remember….

…..if you can.

This City….

….is full of clowns. Good clowns.

Not the shit ones….

…in charge.

Sometimes….

…..you need to tap into a little extra power.

Keep warm …

….this winter.

If we even get one.

Sail away on the slug…..

……the journey will be slow, but who cares.