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"My mother groan'd, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud."

"I mock thee not, though I by thee am mockd;
Thou call'st me madman, but I call thee blockhead."

:-P

ta ra ra boom ti'ay

tee hee

jesus fuck that was one drunken weekend. cities laid to waste in the noble pursuit of a pint or twenty. hard to see how more shite could have been talked, or more things tripped over. result. of sorts.

today stayed in bed and read whole novel. splendid isolation

"we are merely the stars tennis balls, struck
and banded

which way please them"

"You have to...
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"I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, tv, movies, magazines
Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh"

it's sunday and i'm not hungover! o brave new world!

dunno if it's the lack-of-hangover or the buttload of coffee, but i'm feeling rather chipper today. even contemplating doing some cleaning. or unpacking. well, it has been 4 months since i moved in.

so, it's been 6 months now pretty much. what have i learned? am i any different? is anything? not sure.


i need...
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why is there popcorn everywhere?
where did all the road furniture come from?
who the hell are are you?

curses on black rum

gaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

blaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh

gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!

blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

gaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

going camping at loch lomond today. basically because we have fuck all else to do.
very prob going to be eaten by midges and freeze half to death. acht weel.

Lost in La Mancha in brilliant.

i want to be don quixote

"i heard you call from across the city,
with the stereo sound,
and so i crawled there,
sickenly pretty,
as the money went...
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not-getting-shitfaced plan slightly derailed last night. pffft. start again today.

failed to get axe-murdered by bloke-off-internet. reminds me of me. plays bagpipes. same age as me little brother. thinks i'm insane "in a good way" and "scarey. but cute. hmmmmmm.

going to posh garden party in edinburgh tommorrow with colleagues. think claire and i are being for our usefulness as talking points. might wear tartan...
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