Saturday 3 October 2009

...splattered gems... ...

like wing'd bugs snatched from the freedom of flight, squished upon the windshield of meaning.

"I've got nearly 20-20 vision in my right eye."


"No battery left on my phone."


"I'm gonna be down in about 10 minutes, I'm with my mate, Rob."


"What about that Chinese bloke?"


"Seahorse is the other way, innit."


"I can't sing like Rod."


"Have you ever been on a coach for 10 hours?"


"That was like a rectangle of fire."


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