Morning Tumour of a Coffee Host

Well my nose is bleeding, tumour or did I just blow too hard?

It’s a cold morning south side of Adelaide, at least typing warms my fingers.

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog, the smart lazy dog traps the dumb quick fox in a maze of trip wires, lasers, hovercrafts and hungry hookers.

Coffee for me coffee for you makes coffee for two.

This morning I feel a little stranger, he doesn’t speak my language but seems to enjoy it.

I need direction otherwise it all gets out of hand and a hand in the bush is worth at least two CSI detectives in the office.

What I truly need is very good infrared goggles, the type that NASA would give a ungrateful, soulless spacecraft that would never experience the joy I would using them.

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