loft clutter
sweeping up flies
woken from sleep
sweeping up flies
woken from sleep
posted by mattm at 12:01
Monday, January 23, 2006
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4 Comments:
I feel this way sometimes when I first wake up.
nice stuff.
I need to do that --
Andrew
I'm feeling bad for those flies, Matt, and can't escape the image of Issa reaching down from haijin heaven, smacking you upside the head with his big old broom, and sweeping you up into his dustpan. (or is that guilty old me he's targeted?)
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