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I didn't see it. I closed my eyes while I was drawing and posting it.
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Fri 6 Jul 2007, 12:56,
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I didn't see it. I closed my eyes while I was drawing and posting it.
I did so.
And I replied with fingertypings.
I shall describe it:
Eight as big as Casper the friendly ghost, and not as red as tables. It rhymes with the scent of knees.
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Fri 6 Jul 2007, 12:57,
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I shall describe it:
Eight as big as Casper the friendly ghost, and not as red as tables. It rhymes with the scent of knees.
Hello Mr. are the lemon.
How about me, you and him ^ put together a book of larks?
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Fri 6 Jul 2007, 12:59,
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How about me, you and him ^ put together a book of larks?
by volume?
some settling may have occurred during shipping and hijinxing.
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Fri 6 Jul 2007, 13:12,
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I think that would bring much glee to the general public.
I think they are lacking in glee lately what with all this crazy war shinanigans and flooding.
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Fri 6 Jul 2007, 13:05,
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Braw!
How do people make books anyhow? Is there some sort of special book making place.......
I like to imagine there is. It would be sort of like a temple made from marbles and rice,
with a diffuse glow everywhere and a jelly fountain.
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Fri 6 Jul 2007, 13:12,
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I like to imagine there is. It would be sort of like a temple made from marbles and rice,
with a diffuse glow everywhere and a jelly fountain.
Books are made with the tears of sparrows.
Either that or people scribble stuff down, crudely glue it all together with pritt stick and then post it under their neighbour's door in the forlorn hope that their neighbour (who they've never met) is a publisher or something.
The usual setting is a squalid bedsit in Leeds (Gay City of the Year 2005).
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Fri 6 Jul 2007, 13:17,
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Either that or people scribble stuff down, crudely glue it all together with pritt stick and then post it under their neighbour's door in the forlorn hope that their neighbour (who they've never met) is a publisher or something.
The usual setting is a squalid bedsit in Leeds (Gay City of the Year 2005).