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Inaudible Mumbling: Fading Handprints Pt 3
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Monday, 5 December 2011. Fading Handprints Pt 3. Watch out," spluttered a noise from somewhere near Tristan's knee, "watch.". Looking down he could see his red faced drinking buddy haunched over his knees and a grey pool of what could only be vomit. Don't I've had, an accident" Joseph was struggling to halt his sudden resurgance. How much did you have to drink? Tristan asked, his eyes returning to the oncoming shape. Can't you, buurr, see outside? It's a fucking alien spaceship.". View my complete profile.
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Inaudible Mumbling: December 2011
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Sunday, 11 December 2011. Hello all, just a quick note to encourage you to check my new blog http:/ validationreport.blogspot.com/. It is all about music and stuff. Will still be on here posting the random wordy mix you have become accustomed to. Monday, 5 December 2011. Fading Handprints Pt 3. Watch out," spluttered a noise from somewhere near Tristan's knee, "watch.". Looking down he could see his red faced drinking buddy haunched over his knees and a grey pool of what could only be vomit.
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Inaudible Mumbling: January 2012
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Saturday, 7 January 2012. Recently, and in the now distant past, I have seen certain things which have left me perturbed. One of these things is the sign that adorns many upwardly pointing poles in car parks across the country. This sign is for motorists and many look like this:. The gist of these signs is that if you leave valuables in your car. They become targets for theft. What the signs also convey is a sense that if you do leave valuables in your car. You are very welcome. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Inaudible Mumbling: September 2010
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Thursday, 23 September 2010. So don't judge the current me, judge the old me. Italics are current me's interjections. Tonight is the night that I start writing in this; my proper diary book. I remember when I found my brother's diary in the summer. All the pages with writing on had been torn out but on the cover was still a warning to those who wanted to read it. It reads. I have just found it again in the room so I will quote it directly rather than my diary's flawed recounting. I have others now as well.
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Inaudible Mumbling: Fading Handprints Part 2
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Friday, 20 August 2010. Fading Handprints Part 2. For part one see here. I'm just going to get a drink.". Okey dokey" Joseph leant over the table and greedily shook his hand, "I'll have a pint.". The wife called today.". Well it would be rude of me to call her, simply, 'bitch'. Anyway,. Called me today. She wants to know when I will be sending the rest of her things. I mean should I really be expected to organise that. She left me. This is her responsibility.". What are you talking about? Well good luck&...
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Inaudible Mumbling: A Kleptomaniac in Kalais. (Rock Werchter pt. 2)
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Sunday, 24 July 2011. A Kleptomaniac in Kalais. (Rock Werchter pt. 2). Despite the promise of Bruges our intrepid subjects (and this narrative) still had to experience the first place all British tourists in France find themselves, Calais. Unless, of course, they go some other way than the ferry from Dover. OW, fuck," a startled Andrew cried from the rear of the car. A lesson had been learnt. The lesson being that to grasp a recently removed bulb is unwise and can lead to a sharp pain in one's palm.
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Inaudible Mumbling: Fading Handprints.
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Thursday, 3 June 2010. Tristan did not realise that he was not going to have that chance. His footsteps along the corridor of the space station were leading towards complete and utter chaos. Beyond his fading hand prints on the transparent chamber you could see a storm crossing the surface of Jupiter and on the planet's horizon, a strange vessel emerged, heralding wonder, beauty, destruction and death. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Moths are best, but not for my brain.
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Inaudible Mumbling: Inebriated In Bruges. (Rock Werchter pt. 3)
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Wednesday, 3 August 2011. Inebriated In Bruges. (Rock Werchter pt. 3). Please. please. You have to help us. We don't know where we are.". After about half an hour of consoling his unfamiliar friends, he came to realise they were tourists, hence the drunken english and sporadic bursts of french and german. They were lost and, rather than just give them directions that could easily be forgotten after passing out under a windmill, he decided to drive them back to their ramshackle abode. He was a good person.
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Inaudible Mumbling: July 2011
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Sunday, 24 July 2011. A Kleptomaniac in Kalais. (Rock Werchter pt. 2). Despite the promise of Bruges our intrepid subjects (and this narrative) still had to experience the first place all British tourists in France find themselves, Calais. Unless, of course, they go some other way than the ferry from Dover. OW, fuck," a startled Andrew cried from the rear of the car. A lesson had been learnt. The lesson being that to grasp a recently removed bulb is unwise and can lead to a sharp pain in one's palm.
