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Monday, July 25, 2011

Just an oldie today

Ms Wolfy Dun you are so young, I'm in love with your bright golden curls. I try to keep fit, but I feel like a twit when I cannot keep up with the girls. I could sit in the car and have a cigar as you run round and exercise. I do need a blow, I'm beginning to glow; it is bad for someone my size. Ms... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, July 23, 2011

Searching for Mavis.

19107/11. Life has become difficult; I know it is my fault I have consulted the oracle and wait for the report. I just wish I felt a little more stable One minute I feel like a drink. The next minute I am under the table. There is a young lady called Mavis Whom I might describe as the young Betty... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 22, 2011

The Hat.

l8/0TlllBart The Hat. It was unusual; the face beneath the hat became sweeter. Taking shape in the sunshine as if it belonged to laughter. Giving the expression that it was inclined to claim that laughter had always been there and it was a shame to notice it only after the appraisal of the hat. The... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Hat.

l8/0TlllBart The Hat. It was unusual; the face beneath the hat became sweeter. Taking shape in the sunshine as if it belonged to laughter. Giving the expression that it was inclined to claim that laughter had always been there and it was a shame to notice it only after the appraisal of the hat. The... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Bikini

Please remember I was a lot younger when I was younger. And such rich meals are for those who should know better, Comfort She said, "Think of the good times they were fine," I ran a metaphorical finger down her spine. And thought ungraciously 'Your ass is too fat.' 'You see,' she said charmingly,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Then. Sadly, this is a like cold luminous mirror. Reflecting my affection You may not wish to understand this pain And pass it back In time, I shall not wish to feel like this again. But not today. I cannot grasp Or find a sense of rhythm in your form. I feel that nothing moves and yet you glow in a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, July 18, 2011

Privilege It would be nice if I could just think Right, now I am going to turn you off. I don't wish go out and buy you a drink And sit and just have something soft. I don't wish to listen to anything at all. In fact, I feel I would just like to run Across fields of daisies, until I fall. Upon the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 17, 2011

rehash Chilling out.

rehash Chilling out. This is an icy sheet of paper; words freeze before they are completed. A certain discipline must be retained or the day will be deleted. It will have disappeared like so many others into a thin air that tastes of almost nothing and cannot be traced. One scrapes for images to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, July 16, 2011

A rehash

Milkmaid Yes, she was a heart breaker, her bosom a dream. She had a pink jewel it nestled in cream. From a chain round her neck, the lads told me so I watched for it swinging when she bended low. It was in a time when the field were all green She was the first pretty woman that I’d ever seen. I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 15, 2011

Musings

Musings. It is for no great reason that I try to explain What it is that offers no delight and yet remains needed. As if to ignore this passing sense, would leave me with nothing.. It simply weaves soft light in moments of perception. If it were real emotion, surely it would be sweeter. Maybe even... Sign in to see full entry.

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