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.
There is too much shit around this blog at the moment.
ReplyDeletePerhaps it should be renamed 'Zola's bog'.
Where there is shit there is money.
ReplyDeleteAn old Yorkshire saying I tink.
You mean "where there's muck there's brass".
ReplyDeleteYou really should call yourself to ordure.
words, mere words.
ReplyDeleteLet us get to the real substance.
Shit pays!
Do you keep horses?
ReplyDeleteWake up and smell the coffee.
ReplyDeleteThe focus of this post is where the postmodern hits the fan.
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