Friday, June 17, 2011

Sheets of humid acrylic

Around a table only separated from the cold and wet of Blackheath by sheets of humid acrylic, he told us about the finger that someone he knew had found when he was clearing out the freezer. Admittedly it was a share household, and hence might have been lying in there for years, but no one seemed to know anything about it and so they just threw it out.

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