Thoughts of a dying humourist

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Thoughts of a dying humourist

Monday, August 08, 2005

Bottom Pic : Me, Eduard and Francois at some kuierplek - totally surprized by the camera, so the smile is a bit el fake-o. *sigh*

Middle Pic : Me and Willow (aka SugarplumFairy , Dominatrix, Will etc)
Me reading, (which annoys Will because she says that I don't visit her, I visit her books) This is in our flat, incidently.

Top Left you will see a closeup of The Willow , it looks like she's some FBI Agent giving the others a briefing on a dangerous criminal PHWOAR!!!! (ive always wanted to type that, even if i don't know what it sounds like hahahahahaha) (its such a good word/sound)

Anni
19:09
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