Die Laufende Lawine

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• 19 Nov

  Yeah, I think I liked the Mighty Boosh, but I'm not sure. My jaw definately hurt by the end of it, indicating prolong flexture of the muscular systemery. But it was a bit loud and a bit late for my... More »

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• 18 Nov

  Another letter from Sophie. Her phonetics, questionable; but she wanted me to correct her so I'm all happy on the inside. O yes indeed. Now she wants me to make her a real "Jackish" language too - a spoken one,... More »

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• 17 Nov

  I wasn't aware you could find this on Google. I mean, I had to type in "Die Laufende Lawine" which isn't something most people are going to think of when looking for me... But perhaps I should be using fake... More »

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• 16 Nov

  Ach, today's worries were comparable to those of the Art Saga. Speaking of which, my final painting, the emergency concoction from my lost study leave that turned out to be my favourite - it's on the wall, in the front... More »

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• 15 Nov

  O, fuck all the angst and the intermittent periods of wellbeing, they can be abbreviated in mere moments. Sentences even. Sat in Wimborne learning French, nibbled snacklets at Aunty Emma's to celebrate Grandad's seventieth, looked around Big Tesco for Christmas... More »

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• 14 Nov

  Was für ein durchwachsenes Tag. Or should I say TAAAAARG! Because it was Pirate Day. Not all that bad really. I DID, however, look more like a gimp (or some other kind of misunderstood transvestite) than a salty seadog. Julia... More »

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• 13 Nov

  But I shouldn't hasten to mention the kind of day I hate even more than ones with no long term contribution. That is to say, horrible rainy ones in Brockenhurst with no money, imminent homework, a pounding headache, proof that... More »

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