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Missing, Presumed Dead
Well almost, but still hanging around like a bad smell.
Hi.
What can I say except work work work work work... plus that stress seems to truncate your vocabulary some.
See... writing journals is like recreation... and time for recreation I haven't got. However, today I've made just a little me-time. This morning I went into town to pick up a book. I've finished it already - it was that good. If you're into Star Wars and enjoy a good Zombie yarn then Death Troopers by Joe Schreiber is one for you. I finished it in 4 hours. It's only been out a short while and I've been itching to read it since I saw the ad.
What have I been up to?
Working... not taking photos... trying to set up one or two side projects in between - one I'm particularly enthused about and will tell all as and when it's ready.
Still haven't gotten around to sorting the book out. (Sorry Ken). Will do a.s.a.p... heart attack pending.
Anyway, enough about my and uber interesting life, how's you?
Thanks to everyone that's written to me concerned by my absence, you know who you are
PS. Gonna be a dad again in March - did I mention that before?
M.
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"One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star." ~ Nietzsche
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Daniele Delgrosso
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Email: dandelgrosso@volunteers.deviantart.com
ONE MINUTE! ONE BLOODY MINUTE I LOOKED AWAY!
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merci : [link]

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When I'm good, I'm really good. When I'm bad, I'm even better! [My gallery]
[link] without the added Frank >: (
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I miss ye and your cursing
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"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." - Marcel Proust
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