I drank one can of Kestrel Super, listened to the dog-on-a-string tell
my fortune, hung out and had sex on a gravestone, screen-printed girl
guide tatoos on exquisite corpses.
I had a dream this morning that some pages of my note-book were stuck
together with spiky insects eggs, and a giant beatle crawled out the
middle, again and again; other insects - lots of insects - crawled on
the back and front covers, yet the pages inside were pristine. I was
afraid to touch the white pages, yet the pages were pristine. If
anyone can tell me what this means, answers on a postcard please. The
first correct entry wins a chicken kebab from the stand up the road.
O'wise, I can't seem to get Marching to Litchfield correct. I forget
that 1st and 2nd endings should be just that.
I bought 3 Daler-Rowney Cryla paintbrushes: Series C25 Flat, No 6;
Series C35 Bright, No 2; Series C30 filbert, Nr 0.
I watched the Dr Who Movie this morning - the one with Paul McGann. I
saw the second series finale last night. Ace.
I took my sweet house-mate to see my studio space.
How was your weekend?
Roger
On 10/29/06, Roger Collett <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Nothing received since Ken's post on Friday. What's (not) going on?
>
> Roger Collett
> Arrowhead Press
> http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/
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> "Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality."
> Jules de Gaultier
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