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posted by tim caynes » Wednesday June 04, 2008 » Permalink
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if its wednesday then the red wall white door is hanging by the window and the skip is trundling all the way back to spalding on the very road that transported the hairy oaf to the seaside in the other direction once whereupon the next day southwoldian hanging limply over railing and franchising hair like no tomorrows would come soon enough to save you from the bandwagon there'll be no pictures, mind, as no sooner into the house as into the fire salvaged but the few which were only you never not the other halves baxi burner carbon monoxide condensation pillow soak you'd like to be that ill now no time to lose it conventionally only takes a week you know started thin anyway
you're actually leaving from terminal 4 even though we didn't tell you you won't be leaving from terminal 5 so it doesn't matter but take the right bus only stopping at central doesn't matter does to me have you ever walked from 1 to 4 can't even get a taxi to the hotel because there's a walkway not allowed mate there's a shuttle bus it'll be here in half an hour nice jacket.
back on the promenade as the subtle rays decrease their angles we're gangling over railings and pushing the fringes off our faces as we lob fat chips at the sea. not even 20 but its all over henceforth its not golden anymore but pantone hang on I recognise you you used to work in brambles. from woodwork money-boxes crawl the feint-remembered ants of youth carrying twice their weight in weight and relentlessly transporting dreams across the kitchen floor until they get drowned by the kettle of middleage.
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