Saturday, 18 July 2009


Originally uploaded by KAPRELESS
sometimes the morning arrives with uncertainty, yesterdays enthusiasms just dont arrive. Often i am hungry, i miss the pick and mix and shopping in woolworths.wish the world good about randomness ,chaos and outsider art. Sometimes in that order.The postman comes calling,with large paper bag.I choose when i will open it. All i Know its a surprise........

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