okay so who hasnt fallen into an incinerator
okay small things. she was lying in bed
with her earrings and lipstick on. she
left her umbrella outside on the stairs.
she said she could smell the scotch
tape at the post office. the fishmongers
on roncesvalles were not happy
with the mild weather.
with her earrings and lipstick on. she
left her umbrella outside on the stairs.
she said she could smell the scotch
tape at the post office. the fishmongers
on roncesvalles were not happy
with the mild weather.
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Merry Christmas! (I think I know what she meant about the scotch tape.) Cheers.
Okay, thank you for this; these small things- congrats on this new start. What a Christmas gift. . . cheers indeed!
Songs about fog horns. Hmmm...I'll see what I can do. Finding MWinter on the telly is always a pleasant surprise.
woot! you're blogging again!
Since you're asking, I haven't. And will you give us another entry, or should we listen for the approaching penguins?
Thank you for the story on Tuesday. I hope to see you on tour in the Fall. Always a pleasure.
I'm doing an English assignment on you. You wouldn't believe how hard information is to find on the web.
I wish I had the time to read one of your novels before I do the assignment. I'd be able to have more of an opinionated essay, as to how I feel about your sytlistic approach and such.
Anyway,
I love the blog.
I'm going to use a few exerpts in my assignment.
Dear Student:
Come on in, the water's fine.
A Reader
Just browsing the internet, very interesting.
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