Random and inconsistent snippets from an unstructured mind. My truth may not be your truth. A fact is a fact only by standing on it.
It can't fall down, there is nothing holding it up...
Except some sort of capitalist exploitation. The writer is a 3rd generation Indigenous Australian. Not, i might add, Aboriginal - two different concepts.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
quack, quack.
Am nothing but a mote in the metaphysical, a quark in continuum, a cracked Quack in cyberspace. A figment of imagination made real by reading. Go away and leave me be. (but don't worry, will cheer up sooner or later).
2 comments:
poor lil guy.
"Well" she sez cautiously "you're not typing in Times New Roman..."
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