In amidst apologies for posting infrequently and an overuse of phrases in the "not much happened today" ilk. Sounds good to me. But tell me, why is this post evidence of my barrel-scraping? I thought I scraped it yonks ago. And, oddly enough, the first sentence is sincere: I did write a neat paragraph yesterday that is now lost forever. Well, it was still crap, but it was chubbier than my recent trends. And why on Earth have my comments become longer than the posts? That's a bad sign in a long line. Excuse me while a crash a motorbike into a poet.
The Timescan not be held accountable for damages inflicted on persons of sound aesthetic judgment by the contents herein, but may, in time, register some guilt over the matter.
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Proceed with caution, whisky, whiskey, a bucket(,) and a blindfold.
Duck, Duck, Cockatiel
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The move is officially complete, though I'm still living with a few islands
of stuff—the main one located in what agents like to call the "meals area".
Rea...
Horace in a Vacuum
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Here’s something with a view to something. Borne of eighteen minutes spent
at a window, it begins like this, with a tap filling a bathtub and a radio
on, a...
Permanent Settlement
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Dear friends, readers, passers by, Hugh, Ben, (Mike you are my face book
friend already)...,
I have not written anything here for a while and probably will...
Stuff to come AKA... R.I.P Arthur Lee
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Ok to fall in line with Hugh & the Angus eventually some form of a top ten
list will appear involving records & songs & such.
In the mean while here's a t...
What's your favourite thing about Hugh And The Times?
Micropost
Deep, suspicious eyes, prominent knees, corkscrew nose, lone rib, right-handed. Highly dangerous, slightly educated. Runs a fat-person café in St. Kilda. Always on the lookout. We've exchanged four words by now, three unprintable. Knows me well.
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In amidst apologies for posting infrequently and an overuse of phrases in the "not much happened today" ilk. Sounds good to me. But tell me, why is this post evidence of my barrel-scraping? I thought I scraped it yonks ago. And, oddly enough, the first sentence is sincere: I did write a neat paragraph yesterday that is now lost forever. Well, it was still crap, but it was chubbier than my recent trends. And why on Earth have my comments become longer than the posts? That's a bad sign in a long line. Excuse me while a crash a motorbike into a poet.
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