A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Attitude, black carrots Sandwiched in a bleak weekend The willow falls or bends When winter winds whistle through Attitude, hell's angels Whistling a different tune Devils advocates Noone says anything of any use.
9 comments:
black carrots?
Leave a carrot in a fridge for 3 months and get back to me.
oh right thats what yr on about.. yea that gross
does that mean that ya have left one in there foa three months?
Yeh. Student flat. 3 months is probably an understatement. We've found stuff in our fridge today that expired on the fifth of January.... last year.
Exciting.
Possibly dangerous too.
eeww yea thats sooo gross... didnt it smell?
Never! It had no nose.
oh right... so it just grew randomly?
Grew. Died. Whats the difference?
it died in yr fridge. thats prity gross. dont ya thnk?
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