And then, as I was forced to explain the highly colloquial expression I had given to me day, it occurred to me that a blue-arsed fly wouldn’t run.
we're all making our own sense of things
And then, as I was forced to explain the highly colloquial expression I had given to me day, it occurred to me that a blue-arsed fly wouldn’t run.
mmm.
Heh. Scuttle maybe? It’s hard to think of a word that encapsulates both the frenzy and the feeling that you are ‘not actually achieving anything-ness’ of it all.