tell me what you do. nothing. me too.

[katy_kat]

I haven't slept in days. You know when you decend into that weird kinda acetate world and everythings a bit strange and you can feel your brain kind of flickering on and off when someone's talking to you

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[anonymous]

13 days til the strokes!!!!!!!! 13 days til i might possibly maybe get to go backstage!!!!! 13 days til my first time in glasgow!!!! if i was any more excited I'd need a nappy.

p.s. anyone else reaaalllly wish they'd written the prawn one?

Will-yum xxx

[katy_kat]

only six days now little william
til we see our beloved julian
and then we shall feast at a midnight hour
and many a prawn we shall devour.

that old lady's got nothing on my mad skillz. rhyming innit.

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[jaquez]

ahaha okay loving the prawn one. and i hate prawns!

**the power of poetry to redeem**

[katy_kat]

just for you then...

To A Prawn, Aug 1996

My first wakign thought as each day dawns
Is when shall I eat my plate of prawns?
For breakfast?
Lunch?
Or late at night?"
These exquisite shellfish are my delight
Shrimps, prawns, crayfish, langoustine,
Whatever the size, I am terribly keen.
I quite like oyster, mussel or whelk,
But without prawns I tend to sulk,
For though they bear traces of arsenic,
Which seems to make some people sick,
With me it acts like a pick-me-up,
And I feel better the more I sup.

One really should travel to sunny Dunbar,
Where prawns are the best and cheapest by far,
And I need no second invitation,
to demolish amound of that small pink crustacean.

Shakespeare himself would weep.

xxx

[jaquez]

Quality.

Prawns as a pick-me-up?

*mumblemumblefloatsyourboat*

[prettyrhymes]

hello dearie, you must have gone hours ago but just thought i'd say it was nice to bump into you again at abc while i was at home, it's been a while... xx

[katy_kat]

Yeah, it was good seeing you out and about back in fair Glasgow town. Hopefully get a chance to meet up with you next time your up and you can tell me all your hip hop happenings in Londinium : )

xxx

[albion_almanac]

prawns. in beer? ohdear, i've gone well wrong. she really should take up golfing with hamsters as a hobby. no more poetry. s'just too cruel.

when you come down, i'll be sensible again and make you sleep. remember my covers? they're the best in the world, it's a well known fact. indisputable like jaffa's love for other men.

xx

p to the s. i have inadvertantly given up the cigarette love. motherfucker.

also; i'll call you tomorrow like a fangirl spazz when at stroke/stoke. put in your requests now, eh.

[katy_kat]

You know that bit in Hitchhikers guide tot he galaxy when they say about the second worst poetry being from the Gorgons (I think that's their name - the ones who blow up earth) and the worst being from a wee old lady in Swansea. I think she's moved to Glasgow.

Awwww Jessibed, the best bed in the world. It is still officially the best nights sleep I've ever had.

I'm brining a rubber dingy with me to prove to you that I can cross that canal mind. But can you tie some rope round me before I push off ... you know... just in case wolfduck the swan is on a bit of a bad trip and thinks my dingy is a giant piece of bread or summit. It's always bad when that happens.

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