Saturday, 23 May 2009

If it were any colder I could disengage

"This is fish number six hundred and forty-one in a lifetime of goldfish. My parents bought me the first one to teach me about loving and caring for another living breathing creature of God. Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die."
extract from 'Survivor', by Chuck Palahniuk

The cat is gone. I miss him.

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