Financially I'm a spent force |
Yes, well, have a good Easter.
Was in good mood, now not. Profound?
Looking forward to next year?
Hmmm
Posted by on Wed, 29 Mar 2006 11:02:00 PST |
Lucidity |
I'm in such a benevolent mood! Life at the moment is worth living. In fact, it's worth embracing so thoroughly that I feel I can never let go.
Smile.
Doesn't it feel good?...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 03:07:00 PST |
Run Rabbit Run |
I write to you cowering in the corner of my room. At the moment there is a proper drink-fuelled emotional rucus going on outside my very door. The punches thrown make an exciting recurrent beat that p...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 07:43:00 PST |
The Relief of Mafeking |
It has been suggested that the neolithic cave paintings that are found throughout Europe, such as those as Lascaux, were created as a result of prolonged sensory deprivation. Sitting for hours, if not...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 05:09:00 PST |
Much of a Muchness |
With the tree planting season suddenly upon us (where were the warnings?) it is appropriate that we have a look at the sort of vegetation that surrounds us. Today is the turn of the Downy Birch:
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Posted by on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 08:11:00 PST |
Spartan Dischord Within |
This is the voice of the one you call Sandy. Well, not the voice, but the words made text.
Hunger, that most devious of internal devices that plague ones ability to proceed unchanging, unswerving, un...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 04:45:00 PST |
Valid for one soul |
Today has been so quiet. I have done hardly anything. In fact, even less than that. My wall is slightly better now that I've added the headlines, but still I don't feel at home. I also don't feel that...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Mar 2006 11:57:00 PST |
On the anatomy of the human body |
The removal of the myself of the being of the today has, but, had the resultant of having the and. Upsideways of the walls insideways. Of yes and and yew just trespassed. Map special time trousered by...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Mar 2006 11:52:00 PST |
Physically Dissenting (Part III) |
The stagnant air of the church was ripped asunder by the scream. The aged congregation rose and fled in chaos as hassocks and prayer books were kicked underfoot. Within seconds the pews wer...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 04:43:00 PST |
Ignition of the Winter Months |
Bizarre coincidence that after I wrote Bed of Nails I visited their webpage to find they did the same
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 04:12:00 PST |
