Shouts From Down Under

Smoking parabolic bongs; feet clad in grubby pairs of thongs

Have you ever looked back on something you've done, and said to yourself,

Was I on drugs?

Once upon a time, some months ago, perhaps even last year, I decided to review something in the most shadowy, cobwebbed, uninhabited, forgotten corner of writing dot com.

In scratching around the place, much like a hen trying to find sustenance for her chicks, in a patch of shade under a scruffy listless looking tree of undetermined species, I spied this funny sort of gizmo and, well, sort of like the hen analogy again, (a bit like another egg, same shape, colour, purpose etc) I began clucking, then cackling and finally loudly spk kark kark kark sparkying to the entire community in excitement, a grand announcement that I'd found it!

Yes, I must have been on drugs to attempt to squeeze the impossible out of this dry featureless completely neutral, maybe even unsavoury...well...thing. I guess it's just...a thing.

Review of "Space Holder"

BACK TO THE USSR. no no no

BACK TO NANOWRIMOOOO.

SparkyH20