Je vais te suivre sur les routes, à travers les rêves, à travers c hamps, nous avons l abouré, pavée avec d es intentions réalisé trop tard. Je te suivra i sans cesse, sans pitié , avec fureur, et ne se reposera pas jusqu’à ce que tu es à moi. Tra vers la France, à [...]
Narrowly trespassing
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She tries savoury, too
Since going vegan I’ve realised the need to cook for myself. As in actually cook, and not just sling a couple of waffles and some fishless fingers on a plate, smother it in red sauce and call it a job well done. Preparing meals for myself from scratch should, in theory, be more satisfying than [...]
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Burnt sugar
Here are a few overused and meaningless words I despise: ~*Fabulous*~ Festive Fresh Free Fierce Why do they all begin with F? It makes my blood boil that anything remotely feminine deemed worthy for advertisement is either fabulous or glamorous or drowning in sequins. Festive is so liberally applied to anything within five metres of a [...]
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One more sleep
It’s Christmas Eve. Insert nonsense sentiments involving quiet mice and church bells. Chuck in a mince pie or two as well, whilst you’re there. How about a photograph of two rogue rabbits sitting in a wheelbarrow filled with grass cuttings? No? Well, if you’re sure… Susan’s birthday on the 22nd provided me with a good [...]
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Mad Rabbit #2
Just because I’ve been away for the summer, Jaster Rogue, it doesn’t mean I haven’t been keeping track of all the mad, bad things you’ve been up to…no wonder there’s a sign on the hutch saying Bad Bunnies Only. Not that he’s ever in the hutch…in these parts, rabbits have the run of the house. [...]
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