Thursday, 12 July 2007

Thursday 9 am prompts

the congregation of the girls

procurement blues

yesterday, with cows in the field

a cupful of tar


Carmelite chocolate

busy with tasks which don’t need doing

a banana

driving thirty years ago, when the roads were quiet and the cars were noisy

it shouldn’t have happened

three years ago last Friday morning, or maybe four years, I’m not sure

Wally may call, but Pete will meet you in person

oh shite

oh Susannah

a banjo in my throat

hello my sweet

grimacing death

I don’t want it to be this way

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