Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Stealing the lead off the roof.


Come saddle my milk white steed,

I've seen much more than I need,

And I know that you won't heed the call,

So I've sprayed it onto the wall,

Thy damnation slumbereth not.


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Thursday, April 24, 2008

Creative Death.

More than a month and nothing AT ALL to say. I am getting married in a little over a week so to be fair I have been a little pre-occupied. Also I have put a baby in my fiance, WITH MY COCK. How clever am I? Do I win the battleship? Nothing else to report.

So, instead a quick aside from when I worked at a hospital and had to organise body parts for collection by students. This is fun when someone fiddles idly with a package on your desk whilst talking to you.

"So what is this anyway"
"An amputated knee joint"
"I see"
"Thanks for touching my bone"

And so forth.

And ALL my colleagues looked like this.

They would bring them out from surgery in bio bags and they are good to keep you hands warm on a cold winter's day.

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