You marked ( Read more... )

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My dreams continue to get more and more fucking wild ( Read more... )

the cork lays dormant,

time flies quickly;

so do you.

eighteen years and i am urged to keep the cork that burst the bottle
and celebrated my survival. and then
you came along and a part of me died but constantly survives
whenever bubbles of any sort fizz into place.

i rarely celebrate. instead
i get nostalgic about nice times and good times and the bad ( Read more... )

Amy and I find this game highly amusing. If ever bored in the flat in Edinburgh, we would play this - when we woke up, and when we went to bed. Here's a taster of the self-explanatory-ruled game...

Me:

your mother is shirley temple and your father is R2D2
Amy

your mother is antony heggarty and your father is david blaine
Me:

your mother is patsy ( Read more... )

the rain came down, and the birds left the trees
to seek another shelter
elsewhere; another place much warmer and safer.

the confines of the city walls
of the small boxroom bedrooms (posterless);
of the recurring unanswered phone calls
of the chirps of birds and thuds on steps of floorboard
up-stairs; branches cracking in the wind

outside.

the sun ( Read more... )

We will be in Edinburgh in twelve days.

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Because I detest MySpace bulletins.

Because I've slicked my finger open, from takeaway foil.

Because I've spent all day training for work, which starts tomorrow.

"Name 13 people you can think of right off the top of your head? Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 13 people...This is a lot funnier if you actually ( Read more... )

I can hear the bombers coming through

I can hear the bombers coming through

I can hear the bombers coming

I can hear the bombers coming

I can hear the bombers

I can hear the bombs

I can hear the

I can hear

I can

hear

the bombers coming through

I can hear nothing

I can hear

I can

I

Raymond was terribly upset ( Read more... )