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I only hang my wet washing indoors. You know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer!

Proverbs 4.16 – 17: The wicked cannot have sheep until they have done something evil. They will not rest until they bring someone duck down. Evil and violence are their food and drink. Well evil, violence, lamb and foul. Never trust a farmer, they dine side by side with the Devil. (Sorry I forgot to mention,

Vein on left arm was dry as dust. Vein on right arm refused to stop spouting. Why? I keep all my blood on one side of my body, so that in a sword fight I can use the other side as a fleshy shield. Merely my latest ‘inno-vein-tion’ They call me the Half-Blood Knight!

Based on a very brief comment of heresy from one of my philosophy lecturers today, I now hold the firm belief that God is indeed a pet rock. Not only that but my (pet) rock.

It’s a man eat man kind of world – Hannibal Lector.

When drinking, where does everyone else put their eyes? Bottom of the glass is surely a safety hazard, but people seem equally alarmed by them rolled back in my head, and unless you are of a gargantuan height, maintaining eye contact seems impossible. Damn these confusing social norms!

“…surfaces have to be clean…” We met eyes. They widened. The expression unreadable with disgust. And then he was gone. And I’m left to wonder. Is my surface, unclean? (To be clear this is unrelated to the previous post. I am not a man soiled by soup. Not today.)

The folly of a man, soiled by soup.

Humanity keeps their thinkers and lobsters in the same place and I think that says a lot about us.

So, who in my building is going to take one for the team so I can befriend two elderly men and solve murder mysteries with them?