Devious Journal EntryThere also an extra google earthy KML thing I'm working on, not sure where it would fit in with all the categories here but I'll do my best to post it in the near future.
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Flapjack It was the fourth time that I'd met that little girl in the alley behind the Coach and Horses. Just as she had each of the previous three times, she stood there in the shadows, staring at me unblinking, daring me to make something of the fact that she was there. I staggered toward her, five pints and six double vodkas the worse for wear. She didn't shy away. "It ain't safe for you out here," I said, just as I always said. "You're lucky you met me, I'm not so bad, but there's a lotta' nasty people you could run inta' in dark alleys behind pubs." &nbFlapjack
by ~Tsuki-chama
The Clock Struck Twelve So, tonight was the night. Now or never, and all that. That's the thought I kept trying to push to the front of my mind, to keep back the disappointment that I'd started feeling even now, before I even knew. She'd been a drinker, our mum, though she swore blind to us she'd never touched more than half a glass. When we were kids, we never knew what it was that made her weird, but Dad did. They fought a lot after we went to bed. But when dad was away, sometimes, she'd come back from the pub all calm and thoughtful. What thoughts she had were no good, of course, the not-quite-sane bubbling ofThe Clock Struck Twelve
by ~Tsuki-chama
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Meine Erzieherin war die Phantasie,
ich reiste stets an ihrer Hand,
ich liebte, haßte, sprach und dachte stets als ihr Zögling.
Fernando Pessoa
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Meine Erzieherin war die Phantasie,
ich reiste stets an ihrer Hand,
ich liebte, haßte, sprach und dachte stets als ihr Zögling.
Fernando Pessoa
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