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Have you ever been chased by a pony and given it the slip. Have you ever had a big night and woke up in a skip. Have you ever been told you look like the queen.
I have been forged in the fires of temporary ease. It burns hot across this unfinished landscape. Let the ancient winds of a thousand unhinged dreams sweep, unhindered through my valleys.
I was eating a dish at a restaurant and the waiter told me not to, he informed me that they have food on their menu. The reason I was at the restaurant was to investigate their chairs.
I was walking along a short beach yesterday and I noticed a seagull flying above my head. In fact there were many a seagull flying about it.
. ~ ~ ~ ~ | ______|> ___ ___\_____/___ -<|___|>- Coffee. or Toffee.
Shocking news everyone. I don't always have profound thoughts gouging insight throughout my brain. If I had to rate my brain activity this past week it would not score highly.
It's drizzling outside Quite mesmerising really, Or it would be if it wasn't so bloody well sad.
You will be forever a part of me, In my blood, in my bones, in my ashes when I die. Beautiful and magnificent, soaring. I, I, I believe steel albatross keep watch on iron ships in silver seas.
(There I was, having a beautiful ride on the love train with @eliza when, without warning, I was......) REPOSTED. By you. Now I have the repost blues.
I have a prism of jizzum, No, really. Look... I found a little plastic box in my van, I closed my eyes and thought of y'all And we gave birth to ten thousand little squiggers swimming in my hand.
Okay. Here's another blind write. No brain at work. Or thought behind. It's too late to think. At twenty to three. I'm half asleep. And I can barely see. Oh well. It's all okay. Today's little rhyme.
I want; A sea salt shaker, A liquid nitrogen cocktail maker, A loop creator (kaosscillator), A complex knowledge receiver.
Green eggs and ham. Bread, butter and jam. Salt and pepper shakers. The reverend and the makers. I want to write a poem. Wait, nothing rhymes with poem. Oh yes actually... Sewing. Hmm maybe not.
I am blank. There's nothing there. So I'm just free writing. See what appears. It won't make sense. But that's okay. I'll wake with words. Later on today. So this is me. Without much thought.
Hello again, and today is Thursday, November 8, 2012. Do you ever get that feeling that a million ideas are just flying around in your head. Ideas flying around like bees near a flower.
Good morning everyone welcome to a brand new day, It's 8.20 in the morning and already I've got a lot to say, More like random words that scatter across a page, No order, more disorder not defined...
blue, do you know where you stand, alone, in a crowded room. red hair is for her boldness, her "we can do it!" pledge. passive aggressive red hair. rage, and repetitive redness thrown into the air.
this happens all the time she runs through the night haphazardly no one knows how to make her feel vibrant waiting for a sign of radiance, distance impatiently my feelings for you are forward you...
I'm feeling rather random, Not wanting to be 'right' My OCDs are hiding, I think Koalas bite. Oops, there I go -RANDOM, What's happening to me.
#nightdwellers I'm at the point of sleep Yet I resist A grey mist Descends As my day ends The last cup of tea Circulates Inside of me Voices on the TV Swirl inside my head I can hear my bed...
Anyone got any ideas on what to do. Watching sheep race an' listen to cows that moo. Maybe milk the great farm cows too. Anyone got any ideas, on what I can do today.
There was a glass of wine with my name on it but now there's two Change that...
A- alone B- because C- I long your company. D- delusional, dreaming E- emotional F- feel for me. G- gasping H- hurt hearts I- ignorance of facts.
Do you ever get that feeling in a tv show or a film where they have a question and then like you think but what about this?.