Profligate leftist prostitution partying from who knows where. || "It is now less and less necessary for the writer to invent the fictional content of his novel. The fiction is already there. The writer's task is to invent the reality." -- JG Ballard. || "You try running with your sagging breasts down the middle of the fucking street. People will throw a blanket over you. And grab you. And call the police. For fuck's sake." -- Germaine Greer.
My comiserations on your loss, I too have lost someone dear to me, Ratty.
The pain will eventually ease into happy memories.
Posted by Sim-O | Monday, August 14, 2006 11:58:00 pm
Thanks. It's strange how attached you can get to a small rodent with very little brain, but that still constantly delights you.
Posted by septicisle | Tuesday, August 15, 2006 1:26:00 am
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