July 20th, 2004

flesh

you woke me up to do what...



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Being woken up to take photographs of a dead magpie is the way every day should start. Honestly, if that's not a sign and portent of doom I really don't know what is.

"One's for Death, two's for Mirth.
Three's for Marriage, Four for Birth.
Five's for Silver, Six for Gold.
Seven's a secret ne'er to be told.
Eight's for the Heavens, Nine for the Hells.
Ten's the Devil his very own sel'."

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