21 December 2015 - 14:45
3776 In the clouds, suddenly, but near to God
3777 I am from silt and made of silt. I cannot drown
3778 The coast a faintly more solid blue, clouds black and low
3779 We're done here. Right, who's next?
3780 We start again tomorrow. If that doesn't work we start again the next day.
3781 Listen, that is Hell. Hear my wife bickering.
3782 Slip me a fag, Nigel, and I will love you forever
3783 Halle-fucking-lujah!
3784 As cars pass, and lorries pass, and finally, a big red bus
3785 If you can't be nice, try travel
3786 It wasn't me, Miss!
3787 At a guess I'm two weeks old
3788 A character black is ever a character black.
3789 Is every flower better uncut?
3790 Seven o'clock, minimum wage, walking home to save the bus-fare
3791 I am here to bury Lazarus
3792 Not oozing juice or tall enough to salute
3793 I am burning ice. I am a talking tree
3794 It is not January 12th
3795 I am not talking to my mistress
3796 Almost clever bon mots, almost decent wine
3797 Born by a wrong star, the moon at its ugliest
3798 Head, shoulder, lay. Now!
3799 Who speaks for me?
3800 I am an accident of my birth
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