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essentially an assortment. to be taken lightly, seriously, or possibly both. who knows, i might even add to this quite regularly.
the dotto train has been down my road twice today
there is more in my account than ever before, just the numbers have turned red
from lauren's programme: "if there’s one thing we can learn from history it’s what happened in the past"
after two years of solid dependable existence my salt-dough campervan is disintegrating into a sticky mess
two shoes: one childs, one adults. they lie in havant station. how did they get there?
i play no raquet sports, except possibly table tennis
sometimes i go driving for no apparent reason.
they are painting eastbourne's lampposts black, starting with my road. i assume this is to make them less easy to see.
in an urban bath hearing sheep on distant hills
two clowns in the alleyway, one wearing a hard hat, tying together pieces of string in the rain.
i type so loudly the lady downstairs can hear me through the floor
"i've only got three - and one of them's a doyley"
it's been windy in sussex tonight. i'm looking out for patrick moore on the news telling us about tornadoes in his garden in selsey.
i miss my rabbit.
if he could talk he'd tell you he doesn't give a damn about your hair.
very few have observed that i am suffering from a case of chickens.
clare noticed that the elderflowers are out. they'll be back soon.
to give you a straight answer, yes and no.
i need food every day. it could be an addiction.
in my dream i was in london and the mud from the thames was chasing me. i was not pleased.
my van has a hole in it.
i went to the gnome isle of a certain supermarket. they had sold out of tony blair and william hague. but charles kennedy gnomes were there in abundance.
the angel said unto me: "folkstone smells"
the loofah hangs in my window.
watch out for the trolley i had at a certain supermarket, it has a dodgy wheel
i went to a committee meeting. some of the people had lost the art of making talking interesting.
my friend lev has designated sunday mornings as a time to find out more about the liberal democrats. the man's a genius.
the old man at walsingham asked us whether he could get through down that way. upon expressing our uncertainty he remarked: "he's not sure, she doesn't know... and i'm doubtful."
do flamingos have double jointed knees?
there is a lady who lives opposite me. she walks remarkably quickly.
all over the country disappointed sock owners look at the holes thinking "darn you C&A - you sold us these things then left us for ever"
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