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Sanity may take one of only two forms: either that of ignorance, or denial.


Peeking over the fence, you can see the Hobart CBD from Battery Point.

I think that this poem truly signals my break from sanity.

babies babies babies babies babies babies
babies babies it tastes like babies babies
taste like bananas tastes like bananas it
babies babies is tastes like ripe babies
babies plump babies tastes like something
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Anonymous said…
The baby powder is the smell I remember. I think I tasted it more than once too.
27 March 2009 at 07:33
Anonymous said…
it certainly is babies babies babies. when you have a baby everything is about the baby, the conversations are about babies, your day is about babies, shopping is about babies. high maintenance these things. even your own birthday (today for me) turns into being about the baby as in 'what a lovely gift from the baby', 'oh didn't the baby write on the card well, what a clever baby'.
27 March 2009 at 09:02
KL said…
I wholeheartedly agree about your break from sanity :-D. Poor Father :-)!
What is CBD?
27 March 2009 at 09:26
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, I liked baby powder as a young 'un, but alas, we've never used it!
27 March 2009 at 09:50
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, happy birthday. Did the baby really write on the card?

People always say, "oh Henry, what a wonderful job" when he colours, but I reckon it's terrible. He can't keep inside the lines and it is more like scribbling.
27 March 2009 at 09:53
Kris McCracken said…
KL, CBD is "Central Business District".
27 March 2009 at 09:53
Anonymous said…
thanks. of course she didnt 'write'. there's probably 2 random lines at best. she also got something bought for her on my birthday as well. it never ends.
27 March 2009 at 10:28
Vince said…
happy birthday hallam

Vincent
27 March 2009 at 13:07
yamini said…
Hi Kris, the photograph looks good, specially the vantage point from which it is taken. It could be interpreted in so many ways...
27 March 2009 at 16:07
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, kids are horrible.
27 March 2009 at 17:53
Kris McCracken said…
Vince, it’s a message board!
27 March 2009 at 18:10
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, photography noir?
27 March 2009 at 18:10
yamini said…
Why do you say so?
27 March 2009 at 21:49
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