Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Hello and welcome dear reader.

It has come to my attention that the sky is little more than a giant colour changing baloon.

I wonder what will happen when the sun melts it?
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How do I lose myself?

I am not easily misplaced Or forgotten, Arriving as I do Before even the curtains draw And that first morning jug boils, Bleary, yes Grudgin...

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