Looking at rucksacks

Deja what? here with no view into the underground back to the zoo. got a feeling that the glass in this ceiling is cracked and I’d rather break through it than have to look at it. Revisiting to solicit the facts about tracks and tracts I once pored over, But now I’m under ground. In…

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‘It’s love actually’

Monday I can do it ‘Standing on my head’ but I’d rather have hot milk and cornflakes smuggled into.. …red I feel the colour coming creeping waking up my life from sleeping dreams.. ..the wind can’t whistle properly it’s driving me insane and that constant spittle soaked Godiva always heralds rain. And now it’s half…

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