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I had to stand on the train
this pensioner
this old lady with dementia
she told me to stand
she took my seat
chatteringskin shudderingteeth

she says:
"we built these trains
when we were your age
when we could still see the sky
we invented them
moulded them created them
they're ours
you should let us sit on them
you should drive your fucking modems
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I've made a new communite called
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i've decided on a project.. i'm going to photograph and categorise as much random street-art as i can. like stenic-prints and stickers and stuff. Not sure why.. mostly just because so much of it looks hell cool and then its all ripped away before it can be remembered. Haven't decided exactly what i'm going to include yet. at the moment i'm thinking ( Read more... )

the buildings will turn against you

one day

the buildings won’t be your friends

they’ll fall on you

they’ll stand on you

they’ll destroycrunch eat you

and when

and when the buildings turn against you

they’ll let go of the clouds

and the clouds will slip

and lose their grip

stumblefall and crush you

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Shouldn't have opened it.... tis a rejection.

Was a nice rejection though... the editor lady has handwritten that she enjoyed my poems in the margin of the form letter... so that means something,.... i guess.

So This City (At Dusk) and The Puddle are back from circulation.

hopefully my other little pretties are more successful....

so in my lap is the first reply from one of the journals i submitted poetry to back in january.

i'm afraid to open it.

i'm certain its a regection.... it wasnt one of the journals i was most confident with.. but its in a hand-written envelope... which they paid for the stamp of.

...i'll open it soon

I have a whole story in my head waiting to be put to words.

at uni

really bored

somewhere between clicking 'update journal' and this page loading i lost all inspiration to blog about how good the weekend was and how constructive this semester feels though it is a lot of work.

48 minutes till class starts.

if i scull this water bottle, maybe i can stretch out my journey to class to detour via the toilets ( ( Read more... )