me: can i have one of your crisps please grace?
grace: no.
me: please grace, can i have a crisp?
grace: NO.
(to her mum) Uncle longcat doesn't like crisps...
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hoping to capture the odd angles through which i look at the world..
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- longcat
- avid reader who wishes to practise writing. pianist and composer who teaches.
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- comes in 3's
- music making
- new jouneys
- sevens
- underground effra
- transformation
- tennis...
- late sunlight
- not quite
- teaching and cycling equinox coming
- poetry autumnal equinox
- fender rhodes
- leaning into the afternoon (for stringbeanjean)
- the void
- exhausted
- world wide web
- dancing
- transition
- doors that open beaux arts building goodge street ...
- music
- the deviousness of the nearly 2
- brighton bound
- first day back @ work later today
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1 comment:
they're so tight with their stuff aren't they?
can i have a go on yr bike?
no
can i have a play with yr bionicle?
no
can i look at yr beyblades thing?
no
pleeease
no
*tut*
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