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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

IT is Now

It is now What is life? Something that will be enjoyed eventually. Unfortunately this is it. Sticky but it slips away- Long time is memory. happiness always vanishes easily. If memory set rock hard and was as inaccessible to thought as was one's conception. Pleasure might be found as one lost touch... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 8, 2011

Rewrite

The tramp in the 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... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 7, 2011

Help

Help Why should we not write as blackbirds sing? I don’t think they can mean anything. Perhaps just a warning for other birds To stay away without such words. If we could just place thoughts upon a page. Without using words just thought usage. I bet there would be quite a fuss. Goodness, he thinks... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 6, 2011

Dreams This will not turn into sweetness I tumble through dreams. Modestly I offer a slim maiden a caress. Other emotions flow deeper into sleep. Moving on as each half shape parts into twisting colours and swirls deep into a vortex Past golden circuits I streak thoughts stir and remember Deep in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 5, 2011

Uncle Albert Writes.

Uncle Albert speaks. If he looks into your eyes and only thinks, he saw The fleeting look that he has seen before. Therefore, I am telling you. Everything he says will be untrue. If you see a blog on here and you blush from ear to ear. Therefore, I am telling you, What you read will not be true. Now... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 4, 2011

Flame.

Flame Once there was a flame, it flickered in my oily mind. Lit the softness of so many peachy contours. foreplay stirred in many eyes. Alas, I sought to find with an aching summons more than was advised. Time was rolling like pink waves and did suggest a firm fierce hold upon each fiery day.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Poem

Well then. dedicated to Femia because she will laugh and with luck might not view. She sat on a chair she wondered if there were enough words left in the world? Most have been sung most were begun Before she had even twirled her pencil or pen or thought that in men. were the answers to all her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Bench

Wolfy. The Bench Ms Wolfy Dun the beautiful sun shining above is your halo. This must be fate; at last as we date your breath smells so sweetly of Bordeaux' I know you like wine our fingers entwine and I think of the doctrine of Plato. I could have brought rugs for two little love bugs, the bench is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 1, 2011

well then

well then In the throat of desire, reason is not a comfort I am deep in the trailing passion of a kind Imagination overloads the zone and searches to abort reality. All shines though, deadly in the wounded mind. Nothing remains in darkness unless one can imagine. The skin as soft as blossom and your... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 31, 2011

Rehash 2t/07ltt Celebration. Let us celebrate beyond our means. Re-douse that tea bag and open up that tin of beans. Prepare that apple core; I might find just one more and share the pips. Look a bacon rind; it is strange what one can find on tips. Marmite in this jar and even half-a-stick of rock... Sign in to see full entry.

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