Sunday, 2 November 2008

Thomas Kinkade City by the Bay painting

Thomas Kinkade City by the Bay paintingThomas Kinkade Bridge of Hope paintingThomas Kinkade Blessings of Christmas painting
across from McDonald"s; -- they built it to be perfectly sound-proof, but the workers were so disturbed by the silence that now they play tapes of white noise on the tannoy system. -- You'd have liked that, eh? -- And about this Parsi woman I know, Bapsy, that's her name, she lived in Germany for a while and fell in love with a Turk. -- Trouble was, the only language they had in common was German; now Bapsy has forgotten almost all she don't worry, I'm safe. Plenty older than me. One more thing: I'm leaving you. It's over. We're through. I could never say anything to you, not really, not the least thingknew, while his gets better and better; he writes her increasingly poetic letters and she can hardly reply in nursery rhyme. -- Love dying, because of an inequality of language, what do you think of that? -- Love dying. There's a subject for us, eb? Saladin? What do you say?
And a couple of tiny little things. There's a killer on the loose in my patch, specializes in killing old women; so

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