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Tuesday, 1 July 2008
Sunday, 1 June 2008
pt 2, kinda, half passed arsed
Pt .2
Nah i cant be bothered writing a Pt 2.
I'm over writing the long winded blogs I write. they are honest, but feel as though they have no truth.
anyway, part 2 was going to be about how I got of the train and saw this girl with a short skirt on. It was super short, I could almost see cheek, but not quite. this killed me almost seeing cheek.
So I followed this girl about 4 blocks out of my way. she walked into a Starbucks allowing me to see nothing.
After that I went to school.
Nah i cant be bothered writing a Pt 2.
I'm over writing the long winded blogs I write. they are honest, but feel as though they have no truth.
anyway, part 2 was going to be about how I got of the train and saw this girl with a short skirt on. It was super short, I could almost see cheek, but not quite. this killed me almost seeing cheek.
So I followed this girl about 4 blocks out of my way. she walked into a Starbucks allowing me to see nothing.
After that I went to school.
Wednesday, 28 May 2008
Monday. 8:30am. Pt.1
The train is late, but its here. I must travel 4 stops before I have to get off. I stand In the carriage that's decided to invite the world, this suggested by the 5 different people claiming the space of The Foot as their own, leading me to find refuge in any slight gap of floor. The Eyes search for the opening, I shuffle, stance is sturdy and The Feet are safe for awhile, unfortunately The Face isn't as the new position in the carriage is situated in front of the worst smelling breath to ever breach the air, alarms blast in The Mind, warning bells, flashing lights, “retreat” yells The Minds lieutenant. The Face of The breath attacks ugly infected warfare onto me, my defence, a smile, fake and useless.
The Body is pinned and helpless. The Fat, The Ugly, The Old, The Loud and The Dirty surround me. Whilst I endure, The Eyes wonder, and target, The Gorgeous. The Perfect and The Only worth while appreciation to The Eye and assumed Nose and Mouth on the carriage. “Fuck me?” The Mind begs the earth. Meanwhile the Air thickens and the second foreign scent to breach the air reaches The Nose. “Fuck.ME!” The Mouth Dismays.
“Please, please let me get what I want” The Memory recalls and comforts.
To Be Continued.
Monday. 9:00am. Coming soon.
The train is late, but its here. I must travel 4 stops before I have to get off. I stand In the carriage that's decided to invite the world, this suggested by the 5 different people claiming the space of The Foot as their own, leading me to find refuge in any slight gap of floor. The Eyes search for the opening, I shuffle, stance is sturdy and The Feet are safe for awhile, unfortunately The Face isn't as the new position in the carriage is situated in front of the worst smelling breath to ever breach the air, alarms blast in The Mind, warning bells, flashing lights, “retreat” yells The Minds lieutenant. The Face of The breath attacks ugly infected warfare onto me, my defence, a smile, fake and useless.
The Body is pinned and helpless. The Fat, The Ugly, The Old, The Loud and The Dirty surround me. Whilst I endure, The Eyes wonder, and target, The Gorgeous. The Perfect and The Only worth while appreciation to The Eye and assumed Nose and Mouth on the carriage. “Fuck me?” The Mind begs the earth. Meanwhile the Air thickens and the second foreign scent to breach the air reaches The Nose. “Fuck.ME!” The Mouth Dismays.
“Please, please let me get what I want” The Memory recalls and comforts.
To Be Continued.
Monday. 9:00am. Coming soon.
Monday, 21 April 2008
Last Night
Last night I saw this man .
I paid money, I watched him speak of many things. all of which were very interesting things to hear.
He spoke for 3 hours and it was wonderful.
If I could be anyone in the world it would be him.
I wish I met him and got a photo taken with him.
Friday, 7 March 2008
Sunday, 2 March 2008
Face Off/Face On
My blog has taken many forms in the past week. I cant decide on a layout, I'm indecisive. And because of this I cant get beyond the layout to write a proper entry. Once my layout is perfected, the Internet world will have the pleasure of tasting the goodness of my wet soggy creative juices.
Sunday, 10 February 2008
Change
I always say, if only to myself, that one day I will change the world. Theres no doubt thats there are people who have in fact changed the world. This got me thinking, Did any of them say, if only to themselves "One day I will change the world".
Were they that self involved that they cared not for the change, but that they caused such change.
If I could change something it would be the silly ebay bid I just made. Fuck.
Were they that self involved that they cared not for the change, but that they caused such change.
If I could change something it would be the silly ebay bid I just made. Fuck.
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