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Monday, February 22, 2010

Toys

Toys It was dark in the toy-box, almost as if it were night.A fairy appeared just as they feared with a wand; she was dressed in white. She removed the lid of the toy-box and the toys all opened their eyes. A rather slim doll with a sweet golden curl gave quite a big yawn for her size. The doll... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 21, 2010

On the cheap

22/02/2010 Upgrade. What is the meaning of life? Once the answer came easily, it was a freebie. A gift given to those who appreciated something for nothing. It is hardly surprising that it has lost value; so many things are in the same category. Only prayer has the power to access and illuminate... Sign in to see full entry.

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Overcoat

Overcoat. Whiskers curl around the collar; I have the coat. Other shapes pass with an aloof cleanliness All perfumed and watchful; what was that quote? We were all made equal, well more or less? The heart beats sadly; all will be the same eventually Hands are independent; they reach out to a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 20, 2010

• Morning in the rain • I walk. The striking wet drips here. • Thoughts that swirl as dawn appears. • Drum up my cry. • The images move by. • Glued • into parts to remember. • Flaked and crude. • The drab dark wetness hangs around. • All the grey and gloomy sound. • The whispers of the rain • merge... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 19, 2010

Shopping

As it comes. I hold my plastic bag and spend prime time shopping. Perhaps I fish for sympathy, I have imagined ills. I study a cake with cherries and a glazed topping. Would it encourage stomach-ache mixed with my pills? Slowly I walk the lines of colourful prepared meals, musing over strange... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Warrior

The Warrior I could call out. I see the warrior walking towards me and I fear that he will speak and invade my territory. My lips feel tense and I search through my mind. for a plausible excuse. My eyes are low; I hear my name as atoms part. The warrior glows even as my strong response of negative... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Mushrooms

Mushrooms. Is it disrespectful to wonder at this time about a strange desire? These imagined fantasies, perusing strawberries out of season? We are two mushrooms crumbling in the supermarket aisle. Your dress has similar small buttons; one forgets there was a reason. A meek smile fades, one must... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Decipher Plea

Favour flavour. The summer runs, the startled season binds the woven fabric of your love around a smudgy bar of chocolate feeling. Do I mind? I, who have tasted whispers and reflect, upon the richness of such flavours may neglect. to mention that this may not meet the quality control. The taste is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 15, 2010

Omen

Omen. I’ll search through your dust; discard the empty packets that are available. A lone eagle soars so near, it disturbs the rocks that touch my heart. I made doves from mouldering breadcrumbs and each idea was acid. I should have drunk milk and gambled on romance. Birds will always preach... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Our mole.

Our mole. Tunnelling, although it is erring into the ultimate danger zone. Tearing through the soft loam; reveals the dangerous progress. A mound of brown soil above the first state of greenness. A call vibrating from those who scour the tall territories. Here a mess of creatures glide in feathered... Sign in to see full entry.

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