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Wednesday, 29 August 2012

sole food (soul foot)

"I've bleedin' haemarrhoids", an old hippie shoe-maker bared as, his sole; hemorrhaging un-staunched: "psycho-somatic though, you know -- anal fissures?" He thought. 

Thought again, then again out loud: "Guess I should stop calling people bleedin' arse-holes".

...gas so.