Shhh! |
Shhh!It's happening all over again.Hear a pin dropinto place and springthe complicated mechanism of the heart(though it connects to so much more)its shhh(ivers)happening all over againripple out likew...
Posted by Freudian Slit on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 03:09:00 PST |
Chapter III - In which Fanny's interest is piqued... |
The children looked up, their large eyes widening still more. They were no strangers to such clamour. Normally it was either Blackie Tan, their new landlord's cantankerous foreman come to collect the ...
Posted by Freudian Slit on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 05:08:00 PST |
Recherche |
Philosophy provides no consolation prize: my heels on bricks return me to the cobbles of a city that we've only strolled inside your arms and on the verge of sleep. Proust and his time. TIME!! If it ...
Posted by Freudian Slit on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 05:20:00 PST |
Schoolteacher's desk, ca. 1940 |
Schoolteacher's Desk, ca. 1940
When my words
fell short,
I blamed it on the
shabby beige formica
of my desk. Instability
of mind echoed caused?
by a dipped surface and
one buckled leg was ...
Posted by Freudian Slit on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 05:54:00 PST |
The Lost Doobie of Jesus Christ |
CHECK THIS OUT PEOPLE, IT'S FUNNY!! MUCH FUNNIER THAN MY LAST FEW BLOG ENTRIES.DOOBIE JESUS
Posted by Freudian Slit on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 10:25:00 PST |
Last Serious Blog, Then Back to Fanny... |
This is going to be quite strange. I have a pretty huge problem on my mind at the moment, which is getting in the way of me talking to people. Every time I try to say it, I just go errrrrrrr and ...
Posted by Freudian Slit on Fri, 16 Jun 2006 06:53:00 PST |
A SNAPSHOT OF THE UNCANNY |
A Snapshot of The Uncanny
I was flicking through photographs of you earlier today. I know all your expressions so well. The real smile, the 'I'm not even trying' fake smile. The 'I am trying' o...
Posted by Freudian Slit on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 02:14:00 PST |
A GOOD MOMENT IN A FAIRLY CRAP WEEK? |
I was just vacuuming - not one of my favourite chores.
When I finished I pressed the little cord retractor button, and the whole length of the cord snaked gracefully back into the body of the cl...
Posted by Freudian Slit on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 10:51:00 PST |
Chapter II: In which porridge and loins prepare to be stirred. |
Fanny gathered her kirtle tightly around her willowy body, her eyes blazing. "Och aye, thee maun gae tae the de'il, my Laird wi' thine blackguardish ways. Mae folks hae nae but a mickle...
Posted by Freudian Slit on Sat, 20 May 2006 01:05:00 PST |
Chapter I: In which the whortles fall from the kirtle to the dirtle... |
Although the sun had already risen over the peak of Scragg Knoll, a chill mist still wafted up from the springy heather lining its lower slopes. Fanny McBottomley lifted her pert highland face to the...
Posted by Freudian Slit on Mon, 08 May 2006 04:41:00 PST |
