crapped on by a bird again
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2002.11.09
Just in case I hadn't had enough bird sh*t this year, it happened again. Three times in one year. Aargh.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Just in case I hadn't had enough bird sh*t this year, it happened again. Three times in one year. Aargh.
Sooner or later everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.
—Robert Louis Stevenson