Inspired by Leunig's The Curly Pyjama Letters and
rockstar_cafe; messages of beginnings and endings, laced with angst and a bit of crack, with no defined time course other than chronological. This first part, for Klara and Kara. Whether it is going to continue is entirely dependent on whether I will procrastinate enough.
And so it will begin; A and T endeavor to talk in a language of imperfect english and Koala boys.
[1st time I have ever done anything like this ever. If it's really quite puke-inducingly horrible, someone please tell me so.]