If God is dead, you killed Him.



Take a shot at fustian logorrhea:


Them
Label

Location

Words









Egotistic Tendencies
RuthFace
RuthNoise























 
 
Humans
Aaron
Chris
Darren
Goliath
Jeanne
Jo-uh-oh
Jolandi
Jono corecore
Marina
Megsea
Mike
Rach Tea
Reuben the Brother
Tim
Timothy
Val
Yanni


These Might Change Your Life
It's Truth
Relevant
Irrelativity
Colossians Three Sixteen
Burnside Writers Collective
Mcsweeney's
The Haggis-On-Whey World of Unbelievable Brilliance




























Archaic


















Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
 
Friday, November 10, 2006  
If you are what you eat, I am a red Haribo gummi bear
The ears are feeding on Mutemath - Typical

I'm tired.
ITCC.
No pictures today.
Gig tonight.
Anna's barbecue tomorrow night.
Politics.
God.
Lethargy.
Piano.
Brokenness.
Still no Redeemer.
No pirate book.
No presents.
Unsuccessful presents shopping trip yesterday.
Lots of birthdays.
Lots of food.
Lots of telly.
Lots of new music.
Lots of rain.
Lots of food to come.
Lots of people coming.
Shahi Maharani Thursday.
Look after Luke Ide and James Bennett.
New friends.
Malaysia.
Busy, busy, busy.
Rest.
Brother home December 1.
Indonesia.
Too many books.
Shangri-La.
Christmas.
An accidental reenactment in reverse.


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