Devoid of mirth and headdresses of a hysterical nature, the calendar takes a full drawn circle on marking out as many weeks as a pack of cards. From there to here and here to nowhere, lines of communication blow up with wanton acts of mischief.
Despite a full litre bottle of water, the mouth finds itself parched, dry and all things arid. Holding on a pattern for the last ten months, the incumbency only out as a half of their full game plan. Foreign is the situation, even while the goings on all around are listed dead on the position description.
Matters them most to worry about the post.
From here the end is so very near. No coming back on the road down and out.
Soon Van - Saturday, July 30, 2005 - 11:32
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