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Sunday 27th April 2014.

Dear Blank Screen of Death,
                                             I am merry,
                                             You mean drunk,
Is the glass half full or half empty..
After all these years you should really know..
Yes..yes…there is no real answer..is there…
No…
Any way now that you are here how are you…
That in it's self blank screen is a welcome..
I am as always thrown to the four winds my hunt or quest for the last Samurai is as ever on going..the Chardonnay is wonderful a break from the saddle of work. And thank you for the welcome….
No worries as they say in Oz…
Yes i know i missed both St Georges Day and Anzac Day..
Where were you lost in masturbation..
No…just a sort of clip-pity-clop….
What the fuck…
Arrhhh….growing old does many things time is delf-ed in a huge bucket of shit, time creeps down the wall, young girls think your a pervert when you smile..old ladies welcome such a smile, pull a packet of crisps over your head and winter wonderland folds in the deep black panties..
Yes the fem inside you.still bliss..
You know…
Yes i feel for you…a Transvestite…
Ha...so goeth as my old friend Hugh would say…yes bliss...

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