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I am ashamed to admit that I tire of Christmas very quickly.I met an old man talking to the residents of his piguin Kree yesterday. He looked over at me and then looked across the vally, as though his old eyes could see through the mist draped over the trees, and he said,
"Christmas Man? Why, its summet or nought! A cannot stop, me. A need to wark. Man as made tu' wark!"
And to a degree I feel the same. I have spent my working life in the noise and grime of London, doing a days 'wark' and it did far from kill me. Its was what my brain and my fraim were designed to do.
Like a motor, it needed to be run at it's mean speed on a regular basis to ease the ligermants in my brain and stop theme seazing up.
Thats why I write.
Its why Christmas eating and sitting around does me no good.
Thats why I talk to perfect strangers and their piguins.
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Posted by Triforium on 2007-12-28 01:17:48 | Rating: | Views: 192
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