There’s enough Normal O’Clock in the day. But when it’s Klimt O’Clock, there’s just me, and the Cushion.
The world is nothing. The Sofa is everything. The Tapestry is everything. The Gold is everything. The Kiss is everything. And everything can wait till Normal O’Clock comes round.
Just don’t tell You-Know-Who about the Kiss. What happens in Cushion time, stays in Cushion time.
There’s Normal O’Clock. And there’s Signare.
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