the catalogue:
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previous findings
bibliography
annotations
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inkysoso
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mitten
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onepinksock
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grumpiest girl
juju loves polka dots
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parsley soup
postpunk kitchen
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sarcastic journalist
super eggplant
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who were the bishops?
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2004-10-07..4:32 p.m. *Like an empty sweet-bag of carefully still-wrapped emergency condoms. In the fire grate. Thank fuck for M being sound of mind enough to do an idiot check before he left this morning. I just ate some apple and cheese slices a little too fast. (Actually I should be eating the cheese at all. I think I might be PMSing because last night I decided that a whole litre of chocolate milk was exactly what I needed. Today my stomach has been stoutly refuting that claim.) Busy but slow today. I feel like a slug. A brainheavy slug. Bellyheavy too, massive lunch. All my missives here are about food or books, aren't they. Hmmm.. Well this is something new. I�ve decided to have a pokey poke stab at HTML. Technology, bewildering chimera that it is, will have to bow to the pressure of my steadfast determination and nerves of the strongest unbendable steel. Steadfast. It is. Mostly. ****meep hello and goodbye - 16.02.07 like lightning in the morning - 19.06.06 knob-end loser - 12.06.06 don't get the wine part I - 10.06.06 a blurb is a blurb is a blurb - 07.06.06
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