Death, drugs and madness
Nerves a bit short this evening. Don't know why. El Nino or something. Except that there's no El Nino hereabouts.
Must be in the bones.
Shake, rattle 'em, bones.
Time to, perchance, whittle down some dagga.
Might give Good Ol' Hotboy a bell, if I can figure out the time difference, and the lines are up.
Next entry: Why its impossible to blog about the Black Bog, when you've got the Black Dog.
MM III
Must be in the bones.
Shake, rattle 'em, bones.
Time to, perchance, whittle down some dagga.
Might give Good Ol' Hotboy a bell, if I can figure out the time difference, and the lines are up.
Next entry: Why its impossible to blog about the Black Bog, when you've got the Black Dog.
MM III
posted by zomba at 3:58 PM
2 Comments:
My Dear Car Insurance,
If you happen to be in the vicinity of Kalimbuka, make sure you drop by.
You can field at silly short leg, and I'll require Doviko to send down a couple of long hops whilst I demonstrate KP's sweep.
MM III
Ra black bog! Inspirational that! The black dog obviously dogs your footfalls out there on the veltd, but the black bog .. well, you just get immersed in the black bog. Enveloped in the black bogginess. Emptiness has to cure you of bog and dog. Don't you think your view might be clouded by the wrong dose? You are friendly invited to visit RaBlissBlog to cure you of all dualities. Hope it's still sunny in Ifrica. Hotboy
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