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needles needling needlessly with little thread... or much of anything else...

(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Saturday, August 07, 2004

GOOD NIGHT LOLLYPOP, MORNING’S JUST DOWN THE CORNER GLOW

Bloody hell. I’m out of beer. Just cracked the last one. That means I’ll have to go to bed soon. Didn’t put the AC on tonight cause we experienced a cold front today. It’s only eighty degrees or something, maybe a little less. Was able to walk outside late afternoon and not break a sweat from merely moving my left eyebrow upwards in amazement at it not being as hot as I expected it to be. That’s what you call a drop in temperature.

“Into the eye of the storm…” Calexico sings at the moment, “hit the ground.”
Posted by: François Pointeau / 15:29
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