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Monday, 31 July 2006
Outlines.
How do you draw yourself when given a pencil, what margins do you sketch? Charcoal grins and blackened finger tips prevail, but for all the muggy smiles, there is no work here
This space, the passing of ships, is a total bore. The wrench to actually press keys and engage brain overawes. I can barely walk let alone spell. Immediately, now with urgency, I want to finish.
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