Showing posts with label fingers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fingers. Show all posts
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.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Very early to pray
Although two of his fingers had been broken at work, and he still had a scar where he had been skinned by a circular saw, he told me that the only reason people in this country were so concerned for workplace safety was because Australian workers were drunk all the time and so got themselves killed, while he got up each day in the morning very early to pray.
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