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Here lies Martes Flavigula, eternally beneath the splintered earth.


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Wed, 04 Dec, 2013 21.18 UTC

In no particular order

  • <del>Mirror martenblog mongodb on MongoLabs.</del>
  • <del>Craigslist ad for my ex-room in fucking Brighton.</del>
  • Work on this site, of course.
  • Talk to Tiit about the future of the radiotracking site.
  • <del>Write Madis.</del>
  • <del>Go to the Zoo.</del>

It’s 16.15 now and lethargy suffuses me. I feel hot, sticky and ill. I’m sitting on Lisa’s couch. I’m alone again in her place after seven months of absence. Yeah it is not the same physical place, but inhabits a similar spirit.

Why am I devoid of energy? The freshness of the morning has waned in waves over the last few hours. Now there is naught.

Sakra.

Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2023 by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

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