Torn-edge technology, as you can see. Was hoping to have all kinds of fancy electronic digital mediators for this kind of carry on by now but an unfavourable economic climate means that choices about capital investments still take place in Lidl's. (Shall I go for the broccoli today, or the milk?") I mean, it's not even proper tracing paper, it's greaseproof paper, and that, I can assure you, is no picnic.
Anyway it's probably a good thing to be thrown so heavily back upon the resources of the Body and to get the hands all sticky with imagined structures at this point, if what I'm wanting is response and narrative and filth and error and conclusion-jumping.
What I'm looking at here is this nice
dust mite allergen.
Hey Sarah, your blog is fucking ace, you write brilliantly and there's beautiful things to look at, I've been here for a while now, but thought I should come back to the top to comment or you'd never find it.
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Aw thanks Martin Laumusic. YOu are very kind.
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