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Friday, 20 November 2009

maybe its time has come ,

the fog.
I wish I was a duck, then I wouldn’t have to really care y’know? I could just sit there in the pond and float about, eating scraps of bread. It’s my idea of heaven y’know? Perhaps that’s what happens when you die and you’ve been good! You go to the great pond on the sky where the Lord will feed you bits of bread for all eternity.

petrified - Truman .