Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
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Just imagine Dylan and the Band skateboardin.
Just imagine our Svwvagi staying up all night trying to fit music to it all.
Anticant? He joins in as he forgets the relative value of things.
Trousers gets back to the booze. He then skips the chips as they fall in the urban "outdoors".
The lurkin-Merkin breaks a leg as he tries to keep up with the young and the adventurous.
LavenderBlue just sighs as it should have been her as the lady in waiting for the street to chime.
The Awks are dead long live the Awks. ( with an insurance policy?)
BTW : it was Frank Fisher Boy in the coffin to the left.
Notice the RED WALLS GRATING?
I'll join the party, gimme the date.
Cool skating hall though.
JS
I also saw that some did on bicycles.
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