The last few days have been spent sat on my leather-swivelly computer chair at my desk in an endless, cyclical perpetuation of essay writing and vacant glaring into the abyssful view that my widescreen window affords me of the Docks. My gaze is occasionally interrupted by the fornication of seagulls; the oscillating cranes; the ant-like dock workers; the NO PARKING SIGN and a photographer standing on top of a white building with blue borders.
Thursday, 21 May 2009
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