Reflections on reflections.

There is an old bloke hanging round of recent times. SAAK sees him almost every day.

Neither familiar nor familial, SAAK is a tad on the concerned side. He sees him and thinks to himself, why don’ t you just fuck off, no one wants you here.

Can’t say that kind of shit out loud, seems this side of right in a one person abode.

Unavoidable, unacceptable, unfathomable and ungood…….

LA VIE…… there, I’ve said it…

SAAK out