Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Down the levels we blunder guided by the masters but ultimately doomed to self examination

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Onwards and downwards through the isolation levels the seven billion dwarves toddled, heading out of the mines and back to normality. That...
Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Slippers, time slippage and portals of thought that grow gnarly like the trees of the ancients

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There isn't much of a differentiation between the nights and days in our bubble, perhaps only a gentle slip from night time slippers int...
Friday, April 17, 2020

Tampering with my life essence in a bubble where everyone is a Bumface, as diagnosed by the King Teen

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He swings like a long-limbed prepubescent hairless monkey through the high leafy canopies and low muddy marsh grublands of the emotional jun...
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Saturday, April 11, 2020

Evie flutters by and reminds me at best and at worst, all we need to do is just breathe

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As Evie says, Just breathe. Just breathe. A year ago this weekend we were drinking bubbles in the epic sunset on the glorious shores of Lak...
Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Gratitude is a giant zit, or perhaps a pina colada cake that makes birthday videos and posts them on tiktok

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Two weeks in, but I don't want to jinx it by saying halfway!? I'll leave Jacinda and Dr Ash BF (aka NZ's newest BF) to make suc...
Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Doing not much continues to take all day

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Day something-or-other. Getting to know myself turned out to be a blurry walk in the woods with a bar of chocolate and a box of leaf tea. I ...
Thursday, April 2, 2020

I haven't learned a new language or done a live dance class or baked bread. I have just managed. Just.

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I was going to start writing my blog or my Isolation King Lear last night and then I watched the Vicar of Dibley instead. I laughed. I was g...
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