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{
/* July 29, 2003 */
/* Music: A Silver Mt Zion - He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts Of Light Sometimes Grace The Corner Of Our Rooms

It's nice outside.

The wind is in my face, the crickets are chirping in the hedgerows. There's a mist in the air which means that the torchbeam hangs suspended like - well, like a torchbeam frozen, but not frozen because when you wave it about it moves with you - just rigid and ever straight. As far as it goes. Which is up to the clouds then it kind of peters out.

But it's very quiet. There's humidity in the air and if you walk quietly you can't hear your own footsteps... it's cool to the skin but not cold, and time just slips away into the darkness and the windwhispering trees for hours...

[[ to deflate the atmosphere: there are also snails everywhere, and you have to look very carefully in order to avoid little guilty sad crunching noises as you walk... ]] */
/* July 25, 2003 */
/* You know...

Of all the insights I could be having...

I'm not actually having very many...

Except the one about the entropy of the economy, that is to say, the increasing hazard to the economy of everyone having progressively smaller and smaller change and losing it and not being arsed to go to the bank and change it...

Which is of course total bullshit, but quite entertaining nonetheless...

And the fact that the tinned tuna today behaved more like tinned lemming, leaping off the shelves as fast as I tried to stack it...

... fuck, I'm tired. And so to bed :-\ */
/* July 22, 2003 */
/* I'm now working at the local co-op.

Yes, this is another badoom-badoom heartbeat post, to convince myself and others that I'm still alive... just...

Beep go the tills. Beep! Beep! Imperious beep!
*/
/* July 13, 2003 */
/* All my stuff is now packed. I'm now officially back on The Dreaded Island [heaven preserve us all].

Not that much else to say - I've further self-analysis to write up when I can convince myself its not pointlessly and hopelessly egotistical so to do...

I hope never.

Move on... nothing much to see here. */
/* July 11, 2003 */
/* Just - a fractured memory - of the time when in a delusion I put sunscreen on my armpits thinking it was deodorant, and deodorant on my upper arms thinking it was sunscreen - why that's resurfaced now I simply do not know.... */
/* July 9, 2003 */
/* First off, apologies for the last post. It's just all rather tiring sometimes...

I found A/UX! At last!

*sighs*

I know, I know. Small things satisfy small minds.

Perkin Warbeck isn't dead yet - even though Jimmy's blog seems to have vanished and have been replaced by a chart on high-altitude fish detonation [?].

And yes, this is just a heartbeat post. I'm still alive. I'm still alive. Holding onto that thought. */
/* July 4, 2003 */
/* More lies, more shit, more self-congratulatory American propaganda on our television... trials in secret are good, remember. You are meaningless, we are right, we are good. We are fate, we are the future, you are worms beneath our feet. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing.

Get the drift? */
/* Perkin Warbeck has returned - some bugger's sitting on our old domain name, though, which sucks... Jimmy did the design work - the blogger template is serious fu - lots of dynamically generated PHP and so forth...

And cheesey still looking for a job. Eugh. */
/* July 1, 2003 */
/* Oh well.

Not much to say, I'm afraid, other than that I'm still alive. Well, my heart's still beating, my lungs are still kinda working, and my brain was only ever along for the ride...

I'm going to phone supermarkets. What a very happy shelfstacker I shall be. */
return 0;
}

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