THE UR DOCUMENT Z.Daz. 888
The ur, twisting inside me. The intestines of life and the luyre playing tricks, or pretending, am I both? THE DIRECTIVES are clear enough. Since Colin’s departure its been all go one and al. I have no right to grumble. I DO HAVE A RIGHT TO GRUMBLE. AND I HAVE A RIGHT TO PLEA A CASE.
The yellow flowered hair of the girls.
Pints with Paukl and Where’s Bren?
NMushrooms on the Hob, and the bacon’s cooking nicely. Has it really been two months?
Can I sift off here and enjoy the process? Michae> il seems to think it an excellent idea. What a day.
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