My Diary

I felt tired today; having woken up hanging from subtropical tree branches instead of lichen.  I swept several species of endangered parrot from my hair and carried myself downstairs accompanied by a fanfare of trumpets sticking out of the forest canopy.  I had a meal on a roundabout, lined up a number of distinct horizons and then wove them together.  After taking the dog round the perimeter of the prisoner of war camp I pinned my sheriffs badge between my shoulder blades and walked backwards.

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