the sourcerer: This is home, for now.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

This is home, for now.

6 comments:

tanjawilmot said...: Heel mooi. The house of the tart is always a jewel, full of unexpected combinations and good surprises and this 'home for now' is no different. Gotta love the top pic best, and the last pic for the kwaai skoene on the floor. Is that the same throw on your bed that once came along to the Breede River for a weekend of reading and not much else? Also I wonder why we always say 'home for now'. Maybe the idea of home for ever is a thing of the past anyway? Keeping things fast and loose like?
x T; November 10, 2010 at 6:31 PM
the sourcerer said...: Oh T. I miss you. It is indeed that throw. It helped me through a severe bout of Riveritus.(intense yawning and constant naps) Your flash drive will be in the post soon!
just in case anyone reads this and thinks you've got a weird way of addressing your friend, people: my nickname is Appletart.
❤; November 10, 2010 at 8:37 PM
Bonny said...: Ag appel tert! Ek hou van die fucked up ou rasper!; November 11, 2010 at 12:54 AM
the sourcerer said...: Bonny! long time....
x; November 11, 2010 at 8:09 AM
arcadia said...: Ek soek nog! Jy't 'n pragtige wasbak.; November 16, 2010 at 7:01 PM
the sourcerer said...: dankie! mens kry nou nog sulke lab sinks by die demolition plekke. dis so lekker diep en groot.; November 16, 2010 at 9:26 PM

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