Some old guy with time on his hands. I see stuff and wonder "why".
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
In Dreams - "Shredding"
No, not guitar stuff.
That was it. I was in my kitchen, in front of the shredder. A stack of papers by my side, I doggedly went from page to page, feeding the shredder. I could hear the whine of the blades as they turned.
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