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good ending in a sickish sort
Posted on Wed, 25 Nov 2015
good ending in a sickish sort of way, sums the story up well. I can't say I've noticed anything like that in my local forays through the park, but I guess as it's always pissing down that helps dampen people's rogering forays.
I didn't think he was very funny. I'll rephrase that, he wasn't funny, but I didn't think you got jailed for it. That worries me. I'm packing my cardigans into a bag now. Ready to flee to England where there's a lot of funny folk. Just another...
the mastery of time seems to be your line. I guess Switzerland isn't much of a date, especially if you've left life too late, but what wonderful recall, it's a lesson to us all.
check on your Mum as a name and as a description (eg my mum). I'm not sure how jaggy stones catch elbows (too high up the body) in opening paragraph. That apart. The tone is just right. Possible story of the week. Gets my vote.
ouch, sock on the wrong appendage, the wrong foot that's not a foot. As all good stories it starts as one think (alternative therapy) and melds into something deeper, lighter and heavier.
I remember the brothers well. My neighbours Dingle Dingleberrry were distintly related to the Dingleberry and had troule finding his toes. The Steampowered Valet disrober was a boon as it allowed him to look the other way when it was put into...
good ending in a sickish sort
Posted on Wed, 25 Nov 2015
good ending in a sickish sort of way, sums the story up well. I can't say I've noticed anything like that in my local forays through the park, but I guess as it's always pissing down that helps dampen people's rogering forays.
Read full commentPosted in the shared park
I didn't think he was very
Posted on Sat, 21 Nov 2015
I didn't think he was very funny. I'll rephrase that, he wasn't funny, but I didn't think you got jailed for it. That worries me. I'm packing my cardigans into a bag now. Ready to flee to England where there's a lot of funny folk. Just another...
Read full commentPosted in Plot without a story
the mastery of time seems to
Posted on Sat, 14 Nov 2015
the mastery of time seems to be your line. I guess Switzerland isn't much of a date, especially if you've left life too late, but what wonderful recall, it's a lesson to us all.
Read full commentPosted in 'Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World'
time spins and
Posted on Wed, 11 Nov 2015
time spins and circumnavigates and I guess we place our bet of whose to blame on the table, never thinking our number will come up.
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panic indeed. simple sentence
Posted on Tue, 10 Nov 2015
panic indeed. simple sentence are good, but look for a bit more variety.
Read full commentPosted in Panic Room
check on your Mum as a name
Posted on Mon, 02 Nov 2015
check on your Mum as a name and as a description (eg my mum). I'm not sure how jaggy stones catch elbows (too high up the body) in opening paragraph. That apart. The tone is just right. Possible story of the week. Gets my vote.
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ouch, sock on the wrong
Posted on Sun, 25 Oct 2015
ouch, sock on the wrong appendage, the wrong foot that's not a foot. As all good stories it starts as one think (alternative therapy) and melds into something deeper, lighter and heavier.
Read full commentPosted in White Light
art for art's sake that is
Posted on Sun, 11 Oct 2015
art for art's sake that is why we create. money counterfeits that scheme, but leaves us queasy and uneasy with what is real.
Read full commentPosted in Barcelona
there's no stupidity in not
Posted on Sat, 19 Sep 2015
there's no stupidity in not knowing. Stupidity is when we kid on we do Jean.
Read full commentPosted in CAPABILITY FOR WORK
I remember the brothers well.
Posted on Tue, 06 Oct 2015
I remember the brothers well. My neighbours Dingle Dingleberrry were distintly related to the Dingleberry and had troule finding his toes. The Steampowered Valet disrober was a boon as it allowed him to look the other way when it was put into...
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