writing, again.
Handwritten, over coffee for lunch. — Falling. He remembered falling, from somewhere, but falling through nothingness. Not black, but a…
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today
There’s nothing I can say here that will make this easier. The following will likely disturb you. Sensitive viewers are advised to cry softly into their pillows.
parenting
Parenting is often surprising. Take this, found in a five year old girl’s art box - Stupefied. Horrified, and then ridiculously amused. A tale involving a little girl learning to write, having spent my youth running a glorified commune, and…
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1990, main road, rondebosch
I’ll call him George. I can’t remember his real name, but that seems to fit. The first time I saw…
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for no reason
I present
the cat cat
random
It’s been a while since I updated. Thanks to a hard drive having an existential crisis, and finally settling on nihilism as a viable strategy, most of my ~.5TB collection of photos is Gone.
So, something from the ol’ CF card then.
Another friendly office invader
Buffalo Bay, the river
I has a boat
amo, amat, amamus
White Paws. Her and sibling are now home’d.
N, preparing for the first day of (traditional) school
T, taking joy from her instructions to pick her nose
The gay, it burns
Daaaaaaad
< her> daaaaaaaad
* she fiddles
< me> mmm?
< her> I can see your porn book
< me> my *what* book?
< her> your porn book
< me> ummm.
< her> Here!
* she passes a book
< me> ... oh.
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‘Teaching Children Chess’ features a nice cover shot - a close up macro in soft focus of a pawn.
Meanwhile, #elsechan
< u> *fb friend* became a fan of Treat a girl how you would treat your xbox
< l> turn her in every time you see a red ring?
gheeeeebghuuuuu
There is someone bag-piping. The whole valley is awash with the keening tones of his bladder powered wind instrument. The dogs' howls have joined in the keening fray.
And I can just picture this.
somewhere under my desk
This guy is hiding. By my toes.
6" floorboards btw.