Sick, sick, sick.
Things are limping along. In more ways than one.
How I long to be free.
How I long to be free.
posted by Polysemous at 9:22 PM
Thursday, June 22, 2006
About Me
- Name: Polysemous
Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call] will carry you up the shore of another life] and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle] a world away from the dolorous desk.] Castaway by Margaret Scott
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- Snapshot.
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- When Viola was a revolutionary.
- just jo & thea
- Thank you, from me to you.
- Truth (control v) telling.
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