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Sunday, 9 September 2012

a child's poem

all day fight the tear by turn to grin by joke too grim to choke -- better thought the thoughtless fool than thought the thoughtless sop thought the foolish thoughtless sop -- 'til the flood-gates break as a sop foolish thought lest unsafe... now you know, a child's poem

Saturday, 8 September 2012

Saturday, 1 September 2012

garde à l'eau

stick about long enough, you'll get splattered.

speak english, you say? 

ok, gardyloo then.

the bid's and the be's

looked
for, in love,
drugs, 
in religion, 
in hate;

in disgust, 
disappointment,
mind eyes closed; 
thus, it found me.