Propounded imbroglio, sub rosa.


2005-02-01 - 10:25 a.m.


I never know how to begin anything. The phrases that come into my mind are all the kind that are appropriate mid-flight.

The bygone days of laundry and polite naughtiness.
In Dunedin we are shackled with not only one, but a colony of Albatross around the neck.
something something... minutiae.. something


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