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a city in rhythm and jazz -..an entire city in tears  singing jazz and rhythm  and jazz and the blues,  singing rhythm & jazz & the blues.   
an entire city in tears  walking asphalt  with hands held                  like walkways  between towers,  twisting the wind into whirlwinds of sound  & a red handkerchief flicking on the wind,  whipping & lifting the sound of the wind  & the necks of the crying                  in one motion, one  wa a city in rhythm and jazz -..
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pacman is my bitch
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you disinterest mei'm not interested in your phonemes --  whether you say tom-ah-to or tom-ay-to  means nothing to me.  just make a point, say something poignant,  divest yourself of something worth my time,  because at the moment, this investment  doesn't look like it will pay.   
i've done the math,  i've studied the graphs, and  your histogram of triviality  is starting to bother me.  statistically, you're a laugh, sure,  but on the floor amongst the others  you're a joke - an average bloke  who can barely raise a snigger. so  i graphed your performance quotas,  and your ex you disinterest me
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the restaurant at the end of..heading to the four corners of nowhere.  star-burst of four kittens under a lid of ice,  and Why? And down in the lake, the sudden  screech of ducks swooping How did we fly here?  while we're rolling in the muddy banks of a tributary, listening to the  songs of carp, warbled through the crystal curtains.  drawn, draped and tangled so we're up to our knees in the  ice, blanketed and trudging through autumnal reeds -  coloured like a quoll scrabbling across a desert of  gum leaves collected into jackets we match with koala-skin boots.  we stroll sweating along trails with undefined edges and str the restaurant at the end of..
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everyone leaves canberra eventually

Tue May 26, 2009, 7:06 AM
  • Mood: Sociable
  • Reading: Empire: How Britain Made the Modern World
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a frost has crept overnight
and left icy thumbprints
in triangles on my window.

yours is an untended Babylon.
a cold place, hidden from view
by vacuous sheets of black snow.

at 6am, i'm out front
in tracksuit and beanie

. . . . -harvesting-

keeping crystals for the summer

. . . . for the summer you drop everything
. . . . and return

for hot chocolate
and last winter's frost.

~

still no formatting options on journals, wtf.

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:iconyouthculture:
`youthculture May 30, 2009, 9:22:25 AM
i see you.

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<lolly> i'd walk through a perfectly good whorehouse to get me a piece of penguin ass

#youthculture (killed your dog)
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~psychodrive Jun 16, 2009, 7:30:26 AM
send me der email.

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you're a writer? *fotoFRIDAY
<zebrazebrazebra>MY TUSHY IS CUSHY FOR THE PUSHY
:iconyouthculture:
`youthculture Jun 16, 2009, 3:18:34 PM
i think i still have yours floating around somewhere.

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<lolly> i'd walk through a perfectly good whorehouse to get me a piece of penguin ass

#youthculture (killed your dog)
:iconshackell:
~shackell Apr 2, 2009, 6:51:01 PM
Sirrah, I must make a request:

[link]

Can I copy you?

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Brecht- Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are
Fallout 2 - Destruction of the Enclave erased all trace of President Richardson from history. Now the title of President is used simply as a bogeyman to frighten children
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*fraterm Feb 4, 2009, 1:55:26 PM
I pay homage to your prior guinea-pigs, and reminisce of your insanity with my personalities.

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Guph, go feed the lizard.
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The Tao is like a glob pattern:
used but never used up.
It is like the extern void:
filled with infinite possibilities.
:icondarkcrescendo:
`darkcrescendo Aug 1, 2008, 3:53:41 AM
I count a shitload of Fnords right there, below me.

Or is it enlightenment I see?

Benedictions!

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There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
- T.S. Eliot 'Reflections on Vers Libre' 1917 [link]
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~shackell Aug 22, 2008, 2:07:43 AM
Sir, tis digital glossolalia from what I can make of it.

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once you begin to do what is right, who will be able to do what is left?
Bertolt Brecht - "Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are."
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