dear fossilised clam,,,,,,,
clikclik,,,,I just read what you wrote it moved me so, gulp,,,,,
i am that lobster you were so angry with for wishing i was you,,,,,,
now i have been thinking, gulpppp, ,,,,,thinking, that i'm quite glad i'm not you ha ha
no that was wrong of me, i did not mean ha ha, ,,,,,yes you moved me so,,,,,,,oh,,,,
you have a lovely way of writing more refined than me,,,,,,i can't stop cliking and producing commas,,,,,,it comes of having large unwieldy nippers,,,,,
i think i understand why you like the letter m,,,, you have a vague and distant memory of a time when you had moveable lips? mmm? a little joke ,,,,,, mmm?
would you like to meet we might clikclik,,,,,we might have many things to say, we might even team up what do you say,,,,,, together,,,we could pool our thoughts,,,,,,,where do you reside?
please answer soon,,,, your friend the ageless lobster,,,,,, clik gloop,,,,,, ps,,, do you have a pen name? i call myself the ageless lobster.
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Sunday, November 21, 2010
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Differences
We've just been to the Central Market. We're walking down Flinders Street on our way back to the car.
Nostradamus is carrying the pineapple, the potatoes, an onion and a large bag of oranges, in two bags, a green one and a yellow one. Pliny is carrying tomatoes, broccoli, a red pepper, pears, apples and grapes, in a blue bag.
The sun is shining but it's cold in the long shadows of the tall city buildings. The sky is blue and full of fast moving clouds.
Through the glass windows of a gym Pliny sees men doing laps in the pool. On the road just out from the footpath she sees a pigeon strutting in the opposite direction on bright orange legs.
You are lucky, says Pliny to the pigeon. You never have to carry any shopping.
You are lucky, says the pigeon. You have a great deal of food.
You are luckier, says Pliny. You can fly up into those clouds which are the best clouds I have seen in a long time. The lower ones are cotton woolly, puffy and fast. The upper ones are like tiny ripples on the surface of a pond, and appear not to be moving at all.
Its cold up there, says the pigeon. And if I could go anywhere I would rather be inside the gym.
Nostradamus is carrying the pineapple, the potatoes, an onion and a large bag of oranges, in two bags, a green one and a yellow one. Pliny is carrying tomatoes, broccoli, a red pepper, pears, apples and grapes, in a blue bag.
The sun is shining but it's cold in the long shadows of the tall city buildings. The sky is blue and full of fast moving clouds.
Through the glass windows of a gym Pliny sees men doing laps in the pool. On the road just out from the footpath she sees a pigeon strutting in the opposite direction on bright orange legs.
You are lucky, says Pliny to the pigeon. You never have to carry any shopping.
You are lucky, says the pigeon. You have a great deal of food.
You are luckier, says Pliny. You can fly up into those clouds which are the best clouds I have seen in a long time. The lower ones are cotton woolly, puffy and fast. The upper ones are like tiny ripples on the surface of a pond, and appear not to be moving at all.
Its cold up there, says the pigeon. And if I could go anywhere I would rather be inside the gym.
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