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Thoughts of a dying humourist
Thursday, April 20, 2006


Green

Today is green, fellow bloggers. Avocado green with nutmeg smudges.
Doesnt every feeling/word have a colour?
Dont look at me like that, Ive tried posting sense-making topics but it seems that if I want to keep you entertained I'll have to get involved in a scandal or at least something where someone loses an eye.
So I suppose you'll have to wait til next week or at least the weekend before I can report such events. Some debauchery has been pencilled in for Friday night, and I sincerely hope something funny or at least awkard happens. I can try running with scissors in an attempt to a trendy haircut. Or change my look and identity completely and start a new life in a different place. You have no idea how inviting that sounds at the moment.
Anni
16:16

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