"At death, you break up: the bits that were you Start speeding away from each other for ever With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true: We had it before, but then it was going to end, And was all the time merging with a unique endeavour To bring to bloom the million-petaled flower Of being here. Next time you can't pretend There'll be anything else." The old fools - Phillip Larkin Let's break up and glue ourselves back in place next Thursday 🗓 29th September 📍 @electrowerkz ⚡ Happy hour 7pm-8pm ⚡ Show 8pm-10pm ⚡ Private readings 10pm-midnight