Thanks to Buckminster.
An average joe
Waiting for an average load.
He doth keep the machines custard bright.
Putting your life
Out to dry,
Uniformed lines
Of linen.
Bom bom bada
bom
bom bom bada
bom
There’s no such thing
As dirty skin.
Climbing from word to word
Stairway. A stainless steel
Promise of mundanity.
Even the red rose
I suppose.
Forgotten beauty grown cold
Stairway. A stainless steel
Promise of mundanity.
Even the red rose
I suppose.
Forgotten beauty grown cold
Do you like them? We did this by looking at the pics on 'before it disappears' and trying to write an image, phrase or line on each. These were ripped without a care from the page and tossed into a huge mug. We then muddled them up and split between two groups who put them into the order you find here. The strips of paper were ceremonially taken away for typing in the plastic tray bits where our value jaffa cakes had once sat and were protected from the elements by the box itself.
Yes, I do need a holiday...
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