When I was a youngster my parents bought me a pair of braces to hold up my new trousers. Of course these were 'Trousers to grow into' and without such support I would have been running around bare arsed. The braces were blue and had pictures of planets and rockets and, in the box, was a genuine ticket to the Moon.
I know, because it said so.
Somewhere in a landfill site, many many years ago...
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
Weeing down my trouser leg #2
Holroydian poetry.
The Evolution of Consciousness
I know! I know that he knows. I know that he knows that I know. I know he knows that I know he knows. I know that he knows that I know that he knows I know. Oh! doG knows…
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