The coffee-cubes. A favorite since 2001. Chill your mud without diluting the flava.
It's Philip Larkin's birthday. My copy of his collected is protecting the bathroom ninja from rain:
Be careful. He's watching.
And a poem by Larkin:
Water
If I were call in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.
Going to church
Would entail a fording
To dry, different clothes;
My liturgy would employ
Images of sousing,
A furious devout drench,
And I should raise in the east
A glass of water
Where any-angled light
Would congregate endlessly.
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