Have been putting my week-long supine state to 'good' use by reading a novel or two.
Steven Hall's Raw Shark Texts seemed to resonate.
I could do with being attacked by a memory-munching Ludovician at the moment.
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4 comments:
Don't worry the Devil still loves you.
Hell. Why not?
Hare Krishna.
For years I thought those Hare Krishna guys were chanting "Harvey Kirschner"
london shmondon indeed. hey i loved "the raw shark texts" what else do you like?
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