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.a city in rhythm and jazz -..
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
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.you disinterest me
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
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 strthe restaurant at the end of..
Tomorrow Gets in the WayHappily ever before I awoke through varicose, tangled lashes at the useless morning light switchTomorrow Gets in the Way
which brings pictures of lovers next to antique limps or people crawling the sidewalks on wheelchairs all washed by the rings of rush.
Yesterday now only throbs; robs mystique left but only a gallowed memory.
Why do I feel like the ghost grim, vultures of fate already feasted upon?
Why can’t I be a vulture coveted with sustain as opposed to flesh that eventually stains?
by `coshdaddy
everyone leaves canberra eventually
Sociable
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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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you're a writer? *fotoFRIDAY
<zebrazebrazebra>MY TUSHY IS CUSHY FOR THE PUSHY
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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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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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Guph, go feed the lizard.
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state-of-the-art bionic-cyberechidna
The Tao is like a glob pattern:
used but never used up.
It is like the extern void:
filled with infinite possibilities.
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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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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