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Category Archives: Poems
A chicken cross hare across the road in the land of Americana have a sandwich and other mutterings
Gotta comb my opalescent goat hair budgerigar to get it to lay some eggs of pure wheat flour.
Then take the elevator to the goose sky hideout above the mountain top cave where I live for the summer.
Pick elderberries before the cuckoo spit rain wets my obligatory Whisk Day gingham check shirt and shorts combo.
Finally get sweet slumber in the cave with the cat bear violin player playing lullabies into the deep black.
Religious Clout
Bend the Angel’s will. Corrupt her pure heart. Steal her divinity for your creation. Oh my dear old thing; unholy perfection is at your fingertips.
Protect your processes. Nurture your weakness. Curb your strength. For once life is not absolute truth; subtlety is awakening.
God is infinite. Your lifetime is not. Nor are all words ever written. Unlearn everything you know; virtue shall lead you further than knowledge.
Everything came from nothing. The nameless empty. The unperishing void. Not bleak nor sad; for nothing is in everything.
Create something beautiful. Crude but complex. Naive but fully layered. Give your all; save the world. Go forth.
No one
Unapologetically eccentric.
Regretfully chaotic.
Tries to see good in the negative.
Whilst experiencing difficulty in the positive.
Music, painting, drawing, writing, reading.
Sport, running, walking, playing, taking part.
Often anxious. Rarely judgemental.
Sometimes happy. Sometimes sad.
Tries my best. Likes a rest.
This is me. Down to a T.
Sitting down. Drinking tea.
Tenuous links
Fear is a cruel imposter, a charlatan, a crook of the mind.
A false reaction or part of a disingenuous conversation is a recipe for a circle of tiredness.
Cookery is playing with fire unless you have a prescription for success.
Sour is a taste that is needed to feel sweet.
Mental dexterity is needed. Requirements move the mind.
Numbers can help us understand the physical world around us.
Two people trapped in love is the best and the worst.
Keep extremes conceptual. Nothing is as it seems.
Emptiness is invaluable but so is some other stuff.
What I am worth and to who does it matter?
Breath
Grief is the bite of the wind on your cheek. Life is the brace of air against your face and your hair standing on end.
Intertwined like two strands, they stood at the bus stop hand in hand. A familiar memory stood next to you is still there years after you saw them last. Look after your mind. Reign in fear and hate because you might be alone at the bus stop one day.
The breath goes in and out. Your breath becomes someone else’s whether you are on your own or not. Keep breathing, that’s what living is.
Vague Questioning
The things of the world hold sway over us all.
To be free from this influence is an illusion.
To be aware of it is the path.
Objects, feelings, and creatures are all included.
You are part, a mixture, not all this or that.
Position your intent well, this will point things to the path.
Relative to extremes, no absolutes are real.
Happening and moving in flux.
Change is the route the path takes.
There is a place of nowhere. A realm within everything.
Where your creation exists peacefully in balance.
This is the where the path leads.
NONSENSE, I’M OVERTHINKING. EVERYTHING IS TOO MUCH. NOTHING EVER GOES RIGHT. ABSOLUTE DOOM PERSISTS. Or does it?
Hot and sweaty
A trickle, a pore.
Sat together and bored.
Nervous energy and a hot sun ray.
Exasperated tension that lasts all day.
Droplets form in the same place, no less.
Expending nothing still a sticky mess.
Thunder brews high above my head.
Atmosphere darkens and thickens to lead.
Excitement builds inside and out.
A response so primal it sounds like a shout.
A roar in the sky with light and a boom.
Synchronised with a release pent up in the room.
Pilchard Paul
Pilchard Paul washes his wellies in the rushing river.
The skies sadden as the wintery wind keeps coming.
The sodden soil is certainly saturated this stormy stroll.
The loud lion roars raucously as the gloomy grey clouds close in.
A clap and a crack as frightening fracturous light lands on the loam.
Lion licks his colossal coat, wringing wet from the ridiculous rain.
Suclulent scent sniffed by the Lion’s lust for fantastic food.
Pilchard Paul runs and rushes toward the car on the corner.
Crafty clever cogs Lion lives not far the pride in from the periphery.
Low lionesses spring sporadically seemingly out of nowhere now.
RIP Pilchard Paul. Fishermen. Father of 2 bonny boys. Tim and Todd.
Living With My Cat
Things aren’t all bad.
Things are mostly bad with some good.
Nothing is absolute.
Everything can change.
Relativity and uncertainty.
Are how I understand.
Focusing on the process.
Not the result.
I remember things I do.
I forget things I’ve done.
Improving without knowing.
Happening by it’s own accord.
Seeing with my eyes open.
Doesn’t halt my dreams.
Holding you with warm regard.
I am living with my cat.
The Valkyrie
It was raining in Fishguard for what seemed like an age.
She lived in an old wooden hut that had been built in days.
From a distant land, she was a raider from afar.
Settled down with a lobsterman she met at the bar.
In an outpost quite ancient – it had it’s own ways.
Their calender would deal celebrations on different days.
Blue rocks lined the valley – significant this stone.
Used to build henges and circles unknown.
She knew of this tradition but was a warrior by trade.
Settled dispute without force, with the wit that she made.
The lobsterman was abusive – he took her by force.
So one day she killed him – self defence of course.
The next day the sun shined and flowers did bloom.
Yet she was put in a prison to face her ultimate doom.
Happy
The shadows of the leaves
keep moving
as my face feels the breeze
The sky is as blue as it gets
My face is flush and warm
Momentum carries me along
Breath feeds my lungs
The rustle of the trees
keep sounding
as the birds do what they please
One foot then the other
I’m feeling light and free
Bounding across a stream
Happiness heals the past
A poem written on the bus home from counselling
Dreamlike imagination stems not from a wilderness, but the void. All ideas come from this same source. Ideas may arise from each other yet can remain separate concepts.
Memories exist like lucid footprints in the snow. The fall of expectations meets the pressure of a successful outcome, covering past happiness in a lack of nowness.*
In the present I’m a star seer looking out through the window at the night sky. Enjoying the moment for what it gives. Sadly, this will change, but I must accept it. Acceptance is the root of all self improvement.
*I apologise for this monstrous sentence of pretentious twaddle in particular.
Winter
Sitting at my table drawing because I don’t want to pay my TV licence.
Everyone’s overdrawn. I’m lacking inspiration. I’m losing patience.
Draw the curtains because the night is closing in.
It’s too cold to go out. I’m sick of living in my own skin.
People are being encouraged to do it for themselves.
Where has the community gone? Where do I belong?
Not knowing what is going on in the age of information.
This is the new normal. Caring is becoming informal.
Pandas
Pandas are solitary creatures,
who sit around and think until it hurts.
They feel stress more than most,
as they ponder over problems and worries.
There is a place where pandas gather.
Together stronger, not facing the world alone.
Sharing hope, helping each other recover.
They keep in touch and give one another hugs.
Attempting to heal can be simple.
Support can be the smallest thing.
In their minds, they begin to thrive.
In their hearts, ever closer they come.
Pandas are solitary creatures,
who sit around and think until it hurts.
Never will they suffer alone,
For all pandas help those in need.
Seabear Tree Arms
An old bear paw, sitting in a jar.
Under a tree that never grew any leaves.
A light blinking through the branches.
A clouded mind clawing at the calm.
Wandered towards the timber,
bent and twisted.
Sanity falls.
Laying there in a daze.
Next to chlorophyll
functioning in the grass.
Every blade as important as the next.
Together creating a habitat.
Storing hope for new roots.
Sparking aspiration to be well again.
You can really find yourself, in losing your mind.
Pencils and Pens
I like pencils and pens,
writing materials and paper.
Lions and tigers,
cheetahs and leopards.
I like jumping and puddles,
getting muddled and confused.
Plants and flowers,
flour and bread.
I like eyes and ears,
sensing life and feelings.
Thinking and reversing,
negative photos and drawings.
Autumn Feelings
I feel like a crispy autumn leaf.
Someone
I saw a photo of someone and I want to smoke a cigarette with her,
just her, just because…
Well because… She looked lonely as me, she was a pea in a bowl trapped under cling film, I was a glimpse – an image, a moment in time, seemingly screaming alone in an unspent void!
I don’t even smoke anymore.
Take a seat, I’ll be your chair for this evening.
Tired, it won’t be long before you’re leaving.
Take some heat, I’m highly strung tonight.
Giving off warmth, you might, just might, just might pluck my branches until tomorrow afternoon. So let’s fight!
****
Tomorrow afternoon, we can play and have a sight of the sea, draw the rocks on the beach, weigh up options, how much balance does it take to say thanks for being a snapshot.
Lass, you move differently to how I guessed, but you leave me shaking, dissecting truth from my words, you are everything I need. Of course you might never know if the mirrors aren’t set up well. If the angles are wrong and the camera isn’t set.
Depression
*inaudible scream*
The place is cold and empty.
Lying on the floor with six white bowls, in them remnants of rice or a partial crust of toast. I can’t speak. I have no intention to. All the complements I give are thoughts. Instead I give you a shiver or a tear.
Cat
The first time I saw you. Your face said bring down the monarchy. It said we could live in a world of equality where we need not worry about war. It said disarm all nuclear weapons and spread joy to the disadvantaged. It said meow. You were a cat.
Things I feel like tonight
A long drought in winter.
A fly trapped between two panes of glass.
An unlit fire.
A ghost of a forgotten person.
A sea lion.
A very vivid memory of a lampshade.
Spinning
My mind was spun.
Faster and faster it was pushed, a mad oscillation. It learnt too young, too quickly. Turning anti clockwise, a jarring, silent tick.
Too soon this top did wobble, like an unstable blur. As life became clearer. I became thick.
Slowing, unsynchronised and spiralling from it’s source. You’ve won a window. Why not take your pick?
****
Do you ever notice that people paint their problems on others they desperately want to relate to?
Light Hearted
Every time I let out a sigh,
I begin to see little birds fly.
Yet, I can catch one if I move quick.
Or is it about choosing one to pick?
Too late! My chance has gone.
Now there is night where the sun shone.
If they were dozing by day and sleeping at nightfall…
I’d just pick one up and then I’d walk tall.
But no, awake, and with wings they fly.
Every time I let out a sigh.
Behind a stare
What goes on behind a stare?
I don’t know but it’s hardly fair,
To blame me for your lousy mood.
I just can’t help looking at you.
What can I do to cheer you up?
Should I smile at you as I look?
It occurs to me that you are free.
So help me see what puzzles thee.
Once I knew a girl whose hair was curled.
Kind and smiled like she owned the world.
But she only made me bitter and twisted.
Like an ale mixed with lemons or something…
Write: Wrong or Left
Write: wrong or left.
Wrong or left. I wrote.
The ramblings of a so called addled brain.
Controlled by medication not to go insane.
You have good looks and knowledge deep.
Counts for nothing when you’re asleep.
Certain that there’s no perfection. Things seem mundane.
In the absence of this, there’s a aroma so sweet. These things from the void light up his face. The light, the everlasting glow. The love, the fountain of original gifts.
So remember Miss, when he approaches the lamppost, he cannot decide which way to walk around. He’s stood, just waiting.
Kjartan and Neko’s Unicorn Sanctuary Back Up
Thursday, December 04, 2003
im glad im less dramatized now, whoever they were have left my dreaming preherps their hibernation came or soemthing
what a vain sentence i could realise what im like in her eyes oh no is that a depressing thought
lets wait until it falls away…… oh yes it is
i’ve got to make it to her
play around with some ideas for sure
i could run away but that would be a different day
my minds on focus one point at a time i like it that way i say for today
// posted by me @ 5:57 pm
this blogs looking far too sane hooray in normality alright!
hooray for today!!
here are some songs that i’ve enjoyed recently
(again)
super furry animals – furryvision
the gentle waves – evensong
grandaddy – am 180
jeff buckley – hallelujah
belle & sebastian – is it wicked not to care
gorkys zygotic mynci – mow the lawn
even my own poetry is becoming sensible-if a bit selfish still
// posted by me @ 5:50 pm
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
Today i enjoyed feeding bread to the birds.
The pepper song – inspired by peppers and onions and under milk wood by dylan thomas
pepper pepper pepper
pepper pepper peppep
this is the pepper song
pepper pepper pepper
my year 7 report said i was going to be great
year 8 participate moer
year 9 standerd good
year 10 dissapointing not trying
year 11 skips class does no work
year 12 dropped out
#don’t steal our sun your just killing fun#
// posted by me @ 5:13 pm
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
tea cup
oldest infantcy
17
broken
windswept
sweepwind
just me
always
never
mind
one
or two
as if
no way
// posted by me @ 6:38 pm
Thursday, October 23, 2003
voltage ^
#_^
ouch
no waiting, excellent!?!!
// posted by me @ 6:15 pm
Friday, October 17, 2003
Theres a constant wonder,
is it really not that much at all,
or is it heavier than gold,
now it’s no problem for you,
and your thankful for your cup of tea,
oh, you hope this can be true,
we better shout together thanks forever,
if the frequency is not out of hearing range,
and you bet they’ll be plenty of change,
some people try to control,
but could you fold a paper boat?
yeah theres doubt in my mind
doubt in my mind
almost nothing else at all for you to find,
i said, i dont want to kill you
and when i hear people cheering the other side
i think what have i done,
to live so long and not realised,
that i was wrong
// posted by me @ 11:45 am
Thursday, October 16, 2003
pillow/lyric accompany thing:
Were the enigmatic panda team.
When theres trust they’ll be treats.
I had a dream where I couldn’t talk I couldn’t sing my song.
In the tree by the brook there’s a songbrid who sings.
Aint no drag, papa’s got a brand new bag.
And sunny days in January.
You put my shine to shame.
It’s simple, hunt and gather rules still apply, but we never turn to greed and deaths a catalyst to life, can you hear me?
not the greatest choice but im lazy and catatonic
// posted by me @ 4:03 pm
just remembered what i meant to post… favourite cheese holy cheese
// posted by me @ 3:25 pm
Gimme birthday blues and unformented whine, climb the tree luck it’s made out of pine.
So wow! wow! wow! On the gramaphone. Jus’ give me a ring when you need a cone.
I shout: There’s no breakfast- when you aint got food, you sing a long while- fix mistakes afterward, but when theres food- sit up more straight, unluck around you see- learn not to hate. Yeahyeah!
So wow! wow! wow! On the spinning thing. Jus’ give me a ring when you need a cone.
// posted by me @ 3:15 pm
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
see it, no evil and no good no thing and no would no this and no that no smiling and no’s flat, you know where no is, forget it?
“it was the most miserable night that ive ever seen, and the rain came down like something obscene, and we cried in our pints for no reason at all, accept our lives were shite and we wanted so much more” did we? i don’t know! smile! read on and smile!!
smile to yourself some more, even if those who don’t like smiling how about i say adoor, please smile to yourself, if your love is hard to give loosen up and you will live, smile to yourself, if you love to smile there love and love is good like mugs mine half empty/half full right now, theres a smile somewhere on the radio, sense a smile, touch a smile, smell a smile, hear a smile, see a sense a smile:)
product of one small missed dose of olanzapine medication for schizophrenia and related illness’:
watching my body eat energy more and more
growing older each cell’s dance- tells me to stand back
still I’m feeling younger and i don’t feel no shame
now i know you know understanding is my game- did i just let it on?
sifting through traffic on my home made radio
touch a metaphor i found so low- tell me you understand
i can’t let on or show to break the perfect spell
possibilities in space amuse for days so long
look at that boy being niave just for me
his winning smile i’ll grit my teeth
first thing in your line of sight this care is so far away
just as long as you can play -we’ll wash the blues away
forgotten prozac hidden pain i did it once i’d do it again now
for loves sake i threat myself- give up all there is again
there is too much, im on no quest for perfect health
just a bridge and something else- something from you now
is this conformation from a mirror or are you reading me
i’ll wash your car and brush your teeth
ever know now no one will, and all the trouble ive gone to
in envy’s green light i awoke a pain so bright it almost spoke for me
so we’ve just made something knew our obsessions in full view
always dark and always new somethings lifted right away
everything else dropped in my way right now
im glad that water tastes like meths on funny days
music sung sweetly out of tune listen in and hear the moon
i’d sing thunder over joy and a lake that may annoy
and i’d cry and thousand times if you would but once tell me the time
when theres nothing else you want and the singings got to stop because there’s happyness…
// posted by me @ 3:25 am
i love autumn
// posted by me @ 2:38 am
Sunday, October 12, 2003
seen six straight lines in pixies strokes some hiphop too, i better buy a visor visit library and read some wisdom quick, i want to help other inbetween my screams for help
// posted by me @ 6:43 pm
i used to think ahhh but mad people don’t know they’re mad until i forgot. are you wise? so i said to the guys look i don’t want to die and i truely care if your toothaches that bad dude just dont worry man i’ll get some ibroprofen for you, one guy no no i’ll go but you come for a j in the car, i sighed and said no can do but i’ll make you some tea
// posted by me @ 6:30 pm
oh, Sometimes, my name is John and I like chocolate + animals, we’re all in a farm though i’ve been told it’s a zoo and rachel j makes me feel a-ok 🙂
// posted by me @ 5:47 pm
Monday, October 06, 2003
Yay, went out last night! me scRReams quiet again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don’t want to worry, why do they make out it’s cool to worry?
Hey, it wasn’t personal. More allegorical etc.
Theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrre on holiday!
Breakfast: bowl of skittles additives help me to be more unable to walk in a straight line
Mug: Galaxy Chocolate
Still after that against all odds.
// posted by me @ 2:13 pm
Im so pathetic lame and all round abysmal. (good for you smiled my friend)
// posted by me @ 2:05 pm
Unrefined this is for me and me only so stop reading and go back to sleep. Ideas from a creative explosion, everyone knows it’s not difficult. I’m not weird nor am I pretending to be weird. Ignorance, praise and judgements I don’t want but put up with but only because I want to share ok. Having said that It’s not mine to share go look.
// posted by me @ 1:58 pm
Their fairytales make me jealous when there is music being played. Music stops. Yeahyeah music go music stop. That chairs gone I long to do a lot (of nothing).
Happy weekend, one bind, one strengthen, one safe. Apriciated condolences. 🙂
Music today:
Foo Fighters – generator (best thing on their best album imho)
Capt Beefheart – Autumn’s Child
Yeah yeah yeah’s – mystery girl
Simian – La breeze
Shonen Knife – I am a cat
Super Furry Animals – Demons
Thomas Newman – Whisper of a thrill
Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci – the girl i’ve always known
Nirvana – Love buzz
Flashback dreams hell no college today. Pure extacy sleep in a whole new formless form, take my ego smash it on the floor hide it far away.
// posted by me @ 1:51 pm
Thursday, October 02, 2003
When theres trust they’ll be treats.. So why? Oh Why? Why?
I wanna be forgotten!!
// posted by me @ 2:12 pm
Saturday, September 27, 2003
Alright dudes, the safest way of talking to yourself. Very Ape. I’m to busy trying not to look niave I’m very ape and I’m very nice. Although I don’t feel it. Stuck on a mountain. I want care. Ship wrecked on 2020 street, yeah it’s quite good fun but I’m just an ickle boy.
😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
// posted by me @ 8:40 pm
Gollum quarter manifest opposite coin dearest elf, I fear you find those thoughts incriminating. I’m pretty sure you are made of toast.
// posted by me @ 8:25 pm
That aside the genuine worries are, be careful, your ego may start slapped your face, ego isnt body and body isnt ego they want different things. Yeah it’s great when they want the same things but don’t pretend. I’m writing this and also reading this. I’ll be crying some long days in during these floods. I could just boat out and leave. I don’t think so. Shock-A-Shock or no Shock-A-Shock. Simple thoughts don’t equal simple minds :'(
// posted by me @ 8:22 pm
Mok-a-mok-mok
Mmm-mmm feelin good!
You should really tell them to at least a straight face who do you think I am? Duff Man?
Honestly, making it a bit more fun is good, but at least make it realistic. I’ve just got a another thing on my mind now 😛
SHOCK-A-SHOCK-SHOCK!!
not this but still… we are the mtv generation, we feel neither highs or lows
It’ll all work out well I garrentee it, and you do to hehehe
// posted by me @ 8:18 pm
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Stolen lives and time.. Past the little line. What I want, I do not want. Full of corporate noise.. no rest bite, lack of quality. I want no more me. This and that, divided again. I’ve lost my pen, write, found my honesty. Lost in gravity. Seen and sunk, and smelt like a skunk. Thrown aside my true dislike. Opened up so far that I’m closing again. LA LA LA LA, LALA LA LA. I’ll get back there’s forty two police behind me.
// posted by me @ 9:18 pm
Thursday, September 04, 2003
stress make me take risks write crappy emails I really really really hope i havent fucked up again.
10 minutes out’ve
college, i had gone to spar and bought a bottle of water (
the girl buying matches had really soft looking hair ) and
was long gone out’ve spar and felt (metaphorically) as i
was resting on the peak of a mountain, this mountain could
change shape but right now it was really hot red and firey
and pointed ( i presume it was repressed anger that
inspired me to wirte something down ) for while in this
state i noticed something very special about water, it
tasted of meths in the present moment not then but now the
only place we have power to do anything total nowness, it
tasted metal just today it tasted of meths, my frist day of
college and the water tasted meths, i awoke my mind of
knowledge, i went to sleep to find it wasnt worthwhile,
don’t lose the creative brain was the only knowledge of
use, cos the one who liberated the boy i never rated had
great knowledge he didnt show it he always got his way, his
way was to let things take their course, to keep the
awareness and smile
// posted by me @ 4:26 pm
Saturday, August 30, 2003
Really doesn’t do it justise,
I only an innocent mask of timeless everlasting mystery,
Belonging elsewhere but I’m here.
// posted by me @ 12:17 am
Friday, August 29, 2003
Sprinkle the happiness far and wide!
She asked me too early when I was small and blind,
The end the old and the birth of the new,
That was the connection,
I was a kitten,
Now I’m just smitten,
To regain the old emotions I asked around,
The answers I got were from a small cloud,
He said be nice and call the animals don’t run away,
And she will be back before you can say,
Remember to communicate!!
So she came back changed and attacked,
Nurse Nightingale tell me what I need,
You need no wants but her she said,
Now I’ve got ill patients in bed,
To cure the patients I helped her!
Not for long I abandoned ship,
Cast low like the happiness around her hip,
No time like the present,
Sentimentality pause,
I wondered if she fuelled my remorse,
No I’m not dead just close doors open the way,
Since then I looked east with pain,
Called back the animals and spelt unpopular words,
To bring back the things I need,
Please don’t worry.
// posted by me @ 11:52 pm
She’s buried her way to the source [I’m saying ‘hello’ more than ever *introverted mystery smile*] of all my emotions, but she loves triangles more than me!! (HAHAHAA – grass cuts all over but for minus 22 it’s no problem). I can’t wait til she listens she will glow through the clouds and warm the whole place up, blushing asking her what she wants but I’ve seen it happen she says this what she needs, has the kelevala met its match tehehehehehe. Many more rejections to make, tough to keep it up when there’s this demand but like a phone, its a simlar thing. So many ways to communicate!! I saw her vision of snow-like looks in the afternoon I could help her bleed much beauty but the dream box has made a wound {bit like tolkein 🙂 } that will not heal. Mars is closest but there isn’t as much Venus no more. I should’ve listened to jonathan (no richman) the Mercury man. So she’s a lion and her friend’s shocked that I can guess, it would be too much for her to know so I added a bomb #Oh, if only, I knew the language# HA!. So unfinished! Lucifer’s grip is where im walking on the other side of things, one can only hope as six strings go up, a large thump won’t hurt so much. On the Rhino (you know I change) front I saw the tempting Ice Cream van today, but my Cat; ‘mrs polly doyle’ knew that the hu way costs much more than money. Seriously pissed of at this new fella Gary, comes into the sanctury likes he’s all this he think benig a stream winner will let him walk down any hills he likes, he’s in for a surprise, nobody treats Kjartan and Neko like that.. Besides I’ll open the earth in good time there hasn’t been any kind’ve sign of unbroken in the masses to them its still summertime! I suppose yellow calander girl will know HONESTLY DON’T LOOK BACK INTO THE SUN. More acceptance of igorant two-faced, superficialities I’d break if they weren’t my friends. I mean the ego can be used if neccesary but to abuse in ways that she does brings limited scope especially with the infulence of confucism, it is a grim reflection and D has seen it. Supports what I need right now, from other sources to the primary she’s in sorry shockscape ground in the morning. It reminds me of (D)onkey’s precision fooling: He will be singing the humming song if he doesnt start soon, scared of swimming^so I am. There hasn’t been any news from spirit destroyer luckily I silenced him good. That was hypnotic, but recently.. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!! **raised eyebrows** I’m really happy with the results from my lastest robot, I just hope he doesn’t clone one of the founders. Nah, he won’t.. cos… He can’t… Can he? (Good Luck, this is small tease you can leave on the boat to the moon if your trust needs refreshing:- BUY BUY SELL SELL. There you feel better and it is &real&-ly no problem! Understand. Honesty is dwelling in the heart right now and although it’s not the time for floortiles love will reverse this. It’s a bit like the turning tide. 🙂
// posted by me @ 3:39 pm
Friday, July 25, 2003
Today I realised that I have been brought up by two robots [circuit breakdown yeah!] and a pack of super furry animals. Which is a good thing mostly… faulty equipment! Am I a forsbein or what, (haha!). Techno Joy Division lands a loud ‘huh?’ but Bis it’s all in my head.
// posted by me @ 10:28 pm
Saturday, June 28, 2003
Hibernation comes earlier and ealier but I never thought it would be a few days after the summer solstise. Can’t wait for the tiger dotty autumn. I should know (hahaha) all the short form by then and hopefully started doing to some chi gong more often.
// posted by me @ 7:53 pm
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
I woke up this morning and thought I want a cup of tea. So I went downstairs to turn the kettle on and turned the kettle on. I must have waited for 10 minutes or so. The kettle was not boiling. Oh well look what I had done I had just gone and forgot to plug the kettle in.
// posted by me @ 9:53 pm