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5, 6, pick up sticks…

  … the bendy ones, a little gnarled, not entirely juiced-out, still with the bark on. In two-feet terms, picking up sticks could be debating fonts like the Packmaster does when she pretends screen-busyness: Bold, Italic, never regular. Or, an exercise in finding a friend – misshapen yet reassuring. I like my sticks thick like lamb shank bones. … Continue reading

X-FACTOR*

(*note to self: watch out for the cheels) Digging up the colourful alphabet rug my two-legged’s been toddling on, my ears pricked up to showdog standards to see how a crossroads… rather crossbones of a letter marked the spot: X. This alphabet that appears approachable from all sides and opens out to so many possibilities and … Continue reading

snip!*

* (A Tropical Misadventure – and why I haven’t been my social self) Those dastardly, two-footed, cretinous snakes (they do feed me though, so I’ll keep this child-friendly)! They’ve gone and stabbed me in the back – or, to be more precise, snipped me in the scrotum. I can’t believe they’d do this to me, … Continue reading