I do NOT, Sir
Live in Wales.
And I would thank you not to blast sock nasturtiums ever - EVER - again.
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Tue 17 Feb 2009, 20:53,
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And I would thank you not to blast sock nasturtiums ever - EVER - again.
Well
In essence, one can essentially hypothesise that the rain (itself a metaphor for mediocrity and impotent rage) is a symbol of hope - that the weather (imagined (surreal) or real) is merely a symbol of oh god I'm boring even myself here ...
Because it's the only thing I can do, probably.
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Tue 17 Feb 2009, 20:51,
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Because it's the only thing I can do, probably.