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Mary is an eccentric woman who sweeps the steps of the chapel and wears a variety of odball wooly hats. She crossed the road on her way to late shopping, carrying her bag filled with other bags, her wooly hat on prominent display. At the bus stop, you will find the old alcoholics right on schedule. The distinguished man who runs the bar across the ( Read more... ) -
most of the time...
The GFT, the Skurge of my own roasted over-thoughts stood proud as it ever did these past few weeks, though more welcoming than most buildings for personal environmental reasons. After an hour *and five minutes* I placed my tickets on top of the trash box and left to walk down and through the threaded alleyways and streets looking for a ride home ( Read more... ) -
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No Direction Home just saw a very much needed airing in my room with its flickering images flickering light over me and my ales sitting in on a lonely night. money is a luxury these days and money is a gateway to everything i guess, you know? well, i pushed what i have where it was needed - johnny's birthday present and i made him a card and i got ( Read more... ) -
that last one was nonsense.
I still keep having weird dreams...this is one or two of them. had to write them down, i'm just bored is all, and confused ( Read more... ) -
my brain hurts
and so i walked along the river and beyone, by the old industrial estate and through the new one where many men worked and not a woman in sight. i simply could not fathom whether this was a good thing or not; afterall, i had gone walking and excused myself from attending to purposeful chores to think. or not think. i hadn't decided that either ( Read more... ) -
I’m a Dreamin Man (i guess that’s my problem)
a short time ago i got Neil Young's Harvest Moon by a happy mistake courtesy of Avalanche Records. i had just walked along a few streets with someone* very dear to me through the rain. she let me shelter under a broken umbrella as i hugged and closed my jacket during the short, sharp shower. tried to make it last like a musical ride but goodbye ( Read more... ) -
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and so i wasn't going to but i thought i might as well because i'm not as tired as i would have liked after my long journey tonight to and from east kilbride and everywhere in and between and near around that fucking gawd awful place ( Read more... ) -
a new one (mostly about dreams)
godamn her. godamn her. go'bless her. go'bless her. hmm... i can't really come up with anything much better than that for now tehe. it's like one of those drunken dreams thingies that could be analysed (sp?) beyond belief but it's great as it is. dreams are a funy thing... last night i had one where i was on a subway, but a weird motherfuckin kinda ( Read more... ) -
Well, here goes....
...yeah so as the caption says, here goes. My first entry here in 38 weeks. It feels like only two hours ago. Only two hours ago. How can (at least) 38 weeks feel like only two hours ago? Isn't that a funny little mystery of life. And just imagine, we're so young and with probably so much left to go through, you know. Imagine how it must feel in ( Read more... ) -
that's it, it's over
yeah, i guess it hasn't sunk in yet, but i left those gates for the last real time today, it just didn' feel any different. bullhitting away with people about jazz tickets funny drawingsand how that comedy show today went on too fucking long, that's how it went. 2 and a half hours.. jeez) i should have had a drink to celebrate but i guess i had my ( Read more... )