Can't imagine why. Seventeen months locked up in a tin can with no booze, no fags, no showers, nothing but freeze-dried meals and sharing a berth with some nit who listens to the Moody Blues at two in the morning; what's not to love?
Friday 22 June 2007
Mars Plan Marred
Can't imagine why. Seventeen months locked up in a tin can with no booze, no fags, no showers, nothing but freeze-dried meals and sharing a berth with some nit who listens to the Moody Blues at two in the morning; what's not to love?
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On second thought, it might not be all that bad, especially if its...
...Tuesday afternoon.
I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on my way.
It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away...
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