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emily

emilyirel

About Me

I am a poor wayfaring stranger....... I once rendered my boyfriend's house uninhabitable when my collection of bottled cuttlefish blew up......... I think I am really good at poker, but I lose. I know I can't sing but I do sometimes anyway.I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)

My Interests

tractors old cars n trucks, birds, trees, whiskey, music, mostly live, collections, failed school projects, steel beer bottle tops, the markings on the back of porcelain plates, keeping things in shoeboxes, miniature roast dinners, dark houses, flattened stacks of easter egg foil, purpose built cabinetry, swimming in the quarry,

I'd like to meet:

Diggers, adventurers, old fellows, mysterious loners, gamblers, men who slice their meat with a bayonet, friendly people, local identities, swaggers, foolish youths,

Movies:

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Television:

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Books:

Everything I can get my hands on, esp. in winter like now.... Longhand legal paper and a number 1 pencil. Endless scrapbooks. The Olympus typewriter that only works because I use carbon paper last made in 1978. This trusty Mac.

Heroes:

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My Blog

Raetehi

Under supple blue skySits the pretty church on a hill, a beacon on a cliff with no sea, no boats, no fish, yet a strong tide of time receeds and then throws up at the shallow shelf where the hill drop...
Posted by emily on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 08:41:00 PST

Ohakune

A Brown cow and an alligator embrace and part. Their domestic voices carry in the night-rain slicked streets like awkward rewritten pop songs; Not now, See ya later..... An alarm is going off in a Sat...
Posted by emily on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 04:30:00 PST

Tokoroa

Great tree trunk men stand sentinel to a macdonalds and a truck stop gas stationtheir rough hewn boots testament to the high hills the dust and the droughtIt was swelteringly hotI got out of the van i...
Posted by emily on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 05:36:00 PST

an unfinished story

PolitelySit down would ya............ I am sharpening the razor, swishin blade against strop, never breaking the stroke as I speak. The voodoo rhythm of it mesmerisin both he an me. Neon sign flashes ...
Posted by emily on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 02:01:00 PST

The Port Hills

I wrote this thinking about mad Eddy, the old lobotomised skinhead who used to play trumpet down the cashel mall late at night. He played an awful racket, but we loved it.The year that I started to pl...
Posted by emily on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 09:15:00 PST

barber

Listening to Ry Cooder.... Chavez Ravine. For the first time. >There is an ancient Phillipine Barber in a broken-down building at the end of the bottom street in Lyttleton. I think he's somehow involv...
Posted by emily on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 11:16:00 PST