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there have been things, written across these days, desperate to appear on this here scene. The will [or lack there of]; the effort- to fix the fixable, prevented more than mere snippets of life every now and again... we steal those fleeting moments in dark corners when we know they are watching, and come daylight pretend its all a dream. Have you woken up yet? the tent's packed up and the lights returned to their boxes; and yet nothing. The day I'd been waiting all year for- came and past like any other day. This disappoints me somewhat. Expectations are funny things, you know. whatever trevor.


The news; [the abridged series.]
- merry 18th to emily/sally/laura/callum/brigid/keiren/james/arman/vicky.
- merry19th to byron.
- happy 25th of December.
- 'there was something written here originally....' [that was important to me, you should have known it so.]
- double standards occur daily.
- today I was Santa. Cordz was my elf/rudolf. even with the red nose I got lost on Boroinia Rd.
- freedom tastes sweeter than you think. [but costs 118.9c/L]
- EDGAR! [I shall post a photo when I have one acceptable.]
- I decided my future.
- I decided.
- Can you even decide something like that?
- 17th - 8.78am / 5.45pm
- 18th - 6.98am / 2.32pm
- 19th - 2.12am / 1.85pm
- 20th - 5.00am/pm
- 21th - 2.12am / 8.75 pm


in a while crocodile.


H.


PS. I told you so.
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