Idle Hands

I have free time and nothing to do. The devil, wielding my hands, has forged this:

Nothing. Not a damn thing. Some things even the devil won't touch.

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Kathryn said…
Thanks for your comments on my blog :)

Hope you've found something for those idle hands to do.
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Haloranch said…
I really enjoy reading your blog!
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