'All Change!'Apologies to all who can't be arsed to type in the adress themselves - i am computer illiterate and know nothing. About anything.
Visit me, if you are so inclined.
Lordling.Incarcerated songbirds trilling, Brightly coloured mortgages of immaterial aspect, Sidestepping connections with meticulous mistakes,Lordling.
The carnival of smallprint cascades. Relax, subtlety... finally express honourable emotion.
"Happy/Unhappy" The Screen can decide.
Oh, Lordling...
Sophistication RealisedHaving successfully eluded sophistication for so many soft years, technology had decided to beat me around the face until I bruised, a harsh and unforgiving plastic master determined to drain my mind of rationality at every turn. At first the bruises sweltered and merged, circuitry scoring majestic filigree into an otherwise bland countenance at the expense of no more than my minor moral excruciation.Sophistication Realised
Ignorant of the magnitude of my aggressor, I attempted to fight it, fool that I am. But after so many bruised knuckles being pushed back into my lap, so many taunts met with nothing more than blank walls and retrospective piety, I
The Formation of Patterns...Two windows, hidden behind swathes of blinds... Aptly named, for these choking and unopenable shutters on the world Never let me see just what i was missing in the fresh air outside.The Formation of Patterns...
Despite the non-existnce of pine anywhere near the building that held me, Pine-scented air freshener was pumped continually into that box, a cell of an office, A strangely taunting comfort - the forest flirting with plastic and paper.
Almost every day, i wondered what birds sing outside the window, Their salutation to flight and life duled to an insistent chirping, Echoed by the voices in my telephone heads
I knew there was something familliar about your style... and then it dawned on me.
A re-watching is in order.
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I admire the man that parades three minutes of silence and calls it music, but hate myself when i smash together three lines and call it a haiku.
The fact that some things are not self-explanatory does not mean they should always be explained.
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I admire the man that parades three minutes of silence and calls it music, but hate myself when i smash together three lines and call it a haiku.
The fact that some things are not self-explanatory does not mean they should always be explained.
One of them, yes....The other two are Tom
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** S U C H A R O C K S T A R **
*SO L O C K Y O U R D O O R S H O N E Y C R A W L U N D E R Y O U R B E D T H E A L I E N S A R E H E R E T O R E S S U R E C T T H E D E A D*
MetallicA RULES!!!
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"When you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)
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"I prefer the wicked rather than the foolish. The wicked sometimes rest."
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"Time and space are simply dimensions, used as digestive fluid by the beings of the aether".
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These words were scored by the claws of the Telephantine Kitten.
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-all you can do in this lifetime is live time and pray
-whatever you want wants you back
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