Sunday, August 7

H A N GS


Jimmy never quite made it. To be honest, by the time he'd got half way along, he'd forgotten his reason for crawling to the end of the hash pipe anyway. We can't get him off. Grip of death. Almost as if he was addicted to that hash pipe, somehow. Poor Jimmy.

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This is a moblog, which is a mobile blog, which is a blog published from a mobile phone. It has pictures. I call them fatotografs. I write micro-fiction to go with the photographs. Click any picture to make it nice and big.