effing the ineffable
blogging without reason, timetable, narrative or a fucking clue
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Spent the day shovelling silt out of peoples homes and gardens. Am too knackered to write coherently. Sleep now.
This is my shovel. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My shovel is my best friend. It is my life.
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