Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
Piling
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Vindaloo.
Not this spot
Piling code on accounts
Or there
Piling stones on foundations
Not there
Piling dreams
On top of visions
Half-done
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Vindaloo.
Work half-done
Behind me
On the train
Pointy-shoed Woman
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Vindaloo.
Bored pointy-shoed woman
Can't find excitement
To kick on the train
Advertising Girl
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Vindaloo.
Sad eyes of
Advertising girl
Did her pain
Make her famous
Or her fame
Make her pain
Short Fiction (3)
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Vindaloo.
Her last child tasted subtly different.
Short Fiction (2)
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Vindaloo.
He remembered remembering that lost memory.
Short Fiction (1)
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Vindaloo.
Long since post-sex they remained married.
His Sandwich
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Vindaloo.
Broken man on subway
Eats his sandwich
Because his hunched body
Says he must
That's a bit distracting (Branch falls on our car)
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Vindaloo.
For some reason Rose parked in our neighbour's driveway last night (they're refinishing the garage in November, but that's two days away). In the wind storm two big (dead) trees in the front yard next door shed major branches (30 or 40cm diameter). One of them went through the window of the house to which ...
A few shots from the weekend (Hiking around Tobermory...)
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Vindaloo.
I love hiking and especially having someone with whom to share beauty.
We got to climb a couple of (small, easy) cliffs to get down into the grotto (climbing is fun). Unfortunately the camera died while we were down in the grotto (batteries ran out), so I didn't have time to try other settings to ...!-->!-->!-->