I actually got this piece into an exhibition and it sold. I was amazed. Really cool.
I'm getting a little tubby. I went to the bottle shop and bought a bottle of gin. This should get me off the beer and improve my poetry. Bombay Sapphire, I feel our situation's dire, for I have no job and you my dear, you my dear, are nought but an inanimate object with a neck too slender.
There you go. I'm a West Australian Bright Eyes or a wabe as we call them down at the river while we sharpen pencils and fly brown paper kites. Oh how we fop.
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