As we descend, the sky is stained a brilliant hue.
A continuous smudge of orange in steps of pale gold, mandarin, burnt copper lead to the charcoal land, made matt-murky only by the blue in the background.
In another background, the live Home track plays timely.
I cannot help but inhale you.
And the exhale, involuntary.
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oihellowomandammitiwannagobaktomelbourne...
gripegripegripe...
how you?
i wanna go back to melbourne too but only to grab my clothes, shoes, playstation and my computer...
as for the inhaling and exhaling bit, glad to know you're staying away from the needles!
well beautifully posed for a place so far from home yet tingles its ockerness; in blunt shaped nasal tones.
bert.
Fie: You're never gonna believe this, but we're a step away from being related!
And no, I'm not explaining this over some post ;P
Alex: I want you back in Melbourne too, but only so I needn't find a new Plan B.
Bert: I guess my admitting to being a paradox disallows me to point out that nasal kinda implies sharp (as opposed to blunt)... But show me what blunt shaped nasal sounds like...
You back from glorious globe-trotting?
tell me tell me tell meeeee!!!!
apologies for the late reply...which does in some way surmount to me being back and thrown into the thick of the action...boo hoo. :(
hmmm the repertoire of imagery that blunt nasal tones represent;...i was thinking of the words dunar or dunny. ha ha. (quite nasally won't you say?)
bert.
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