Notes on life, art, photography and technology, by a Danish dropout bohemian.
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Monday, July 10, 2006
Playground
The local playground. I wonder why it is always empty... (In case my satire is too subtle, I mean it looks so depressing it is no wonder.)
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I beg to differ. We'd've loved to have such a nice place to relax when I was in Alcatraz, and then Shawshank. I'm still there, in fact. You Know what this place really needs? A climbing rope. Right in that lovely spot, in the wall's corner.
The local playground. I wonder why it is always empty...
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I beg to differ. We'd've loved to have such a nice place to relax when I was in Alcatraz, and then Shawshank.
I'm still there, in fact. You Know what this place really needs? A climbing rope. Right in that lovely spot, in the wall's corner.
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