On attempting yet another miserably sweaty night of slumber, the task was held at bay by none other than that of the sound of a cockroach flying somewhere around the bedroom. In the lead up to the flight the legs were heard menacingly and causticly scratching the brown wrapping paper as it often does. It climbed up the wall and then just took off, the wings fluttering rather loudly and landing somewhere.
In the minutes just before waking the moment turned to the use of a metal wire in flossing teeth that in the end shattered due to the force. Late nights turn something odd out.
Soon Van - Friday, 14 February 2003 - 12:16
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