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Twabbles • At school last week I ran in the corridor. A number of students died horrible deaths. I wish I'd listened to the warnings.Twabbles by ~gefra
• And because Chris dully elected for gathering hay instead, Japanese killer Locusta migratoria now over-procreated.
• When I was growing up, our grandfather would bellow at family parties, 'Before there were verbs, nobody did anything!'
Curious Bruise Each morning as part of my daily routine, I check my arms for the bruise. It is a small yellow bruise about the size of a 20-pence-piece with a purple splotch on one side. Admittedly, finding a bruise on one's arm isn't that extraordinary. But this bruise is different. The constant blemish lasts for a couple days in each position, moving from place to place and arm to arm. It appears while I'm asleep, but my restless movements aren't violent enough to provoke bruises. If I woke up tomorrow and it was gone, I'm not sure how I would feel.Curious Bruise by ~gefra
Procrastinating through life I stand at the precipice. Behind me is all manner of senseless wonders: cruelty, jealousy, fear, rage, joy, expectation, excitement, and the bitter sweet murmurs of love. There is a hard road through it, climbing to impossible highs and sinking to unforgiving lows. Before me is a great gulf of placidity. There lies endless monotony in its empty space, stale and unmoving. Travel down this path is simple and carefree though, emotionless, but wholly without pain. I take the third way though, to my side there's a sofa and a television showing an episode of Gilmore Girls I haven't seen.Procrastinating through life by ~gefra
Where the Heart is Last week I spent several days in hospital. Whatever irony there is in going to a cardiac ward on Valentines Day is lost on me because I don't know what qualifies as ironic. On the afternoon of the first day I noticed the bed opposite and to the right of mine was empty. When one of the nurses kept speaking to it I thought something was odd so kept an eye on the bed and any attention it drew. Throughout the rest of the day several people on the busy ward approached the bed, gestured and even spoke to it as though someone was there. Later during visiting hours I used my phone to photograph it. The picture appeared blank to me yet one of mWhere the Heart is by ~gefra
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