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[18 Nov 2003|08:07pm] |
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Radiohead-Paranoid Android |
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breakfast of champions
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[18 Nov 2003|09:00pm] |
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My Lai - Braille. |
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There's no mistaking that winter's arrived. Autumn is gone, apart from the trampled leaves on the floor which still remain as a vivid reminder that years do pass quickly. I often remind myself why I love the typical English winter; the bitter cold, the ever-so usual grey cloudless sky, the bleak, dead surroundings and the way your pants get soggy at the bottom... great stuff.
I want to take myself right back to somewhere warm.
( a retrospective )
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