Nothing DoingBlah blah blah. How fucking self-absorbed and utterly pointless this is.
~non-the-road
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Piss on William McEwanIn the alcove, despite the lightsPiss on William McEwan
Handstands and such from dicks at the Informatics stolen from the shoppes
Bug garage sold out and now something better like sleeping-in care or arguous methodical stomping
Better pipe than pope, I call malarkey; I have bruised all my knees and elbows.
Put books in books; a book bookmark, and trains are stationary at train stations.
by ~non-the-road
Meeks or SpinksMy blue right hand has frostbite – makes me think that all is not well and that one day, sometime, I might keel over on the Meadows next to the still great big dirty snowballs and I wonder if these runners and players have promised their wives, mistresses or molls that they'll give up smoking – No more, not even one at the pub, won't even get any in the chippy on the way home –Meeks or Spinks
but get jealous seeing ratty students roll and rub and light their way along the paths. Maybe nick one off a guy at chucking-out time, blast smoke through bared teeth, lurid,
by ~non-the-road
I Dream Of OmarI was going to hoax call an ambulance to West Newington Place, the alley, and say I had found a body, but it had wandered off by the time they arrived.I Dream Of Omar
He was about 60 and had a top hat and jeans on (he told me he was going to party 'smart casual', but thought it meant them seperately) but got up, muttered about landfill sites and bloody Communists and ran away. You should be able to spot him no bother, and no, this is not just not to make me feel better after realising I may be a horrible person.
by ~non-the-road
Which One's Canada?"Have a good walk. You can just imagine stuff from your brain."Which One's Canada?
In particularly dirty, particularly dusty, particularly purple-and-green
bruised looks-like-I've-ironed-them jeans even though I obviously didn't iron my shirt (it's just a crease in them; who irons jeans?)
Thing on Viewforth apparently isn't a car but a very noisy drain and the proud night bus driver; a job I would like to have (or anything at night)
The guys taking bread crates (some with bread in them) don't like being asked if you can nick some stu
by ~non-the-road
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Short poems 2006LookunlikeShort poems 2006
This could be a photo of Irvine Welsh
If only he looked more like somebody else
This Is The Third
For several days now
I have had two poems in my head
Balanced, as it were.
Today I wrote one down
And as I did the second vanished.
This is the third.
3 lines
I wanted to fit all you are into three lines
Will you wait till I improve
by ~LazyLinePainterJohn
grade school grammarIn grade school someone was trying to teach me grammar but during breakgrade school grammar
I attempted to break down a run on sentence of basketball Capitalization pass dribble and glide into his hand to pause just a second comma, then slam it back down period. But while attempting to bracket (the boy with the ball) he shoved an exclamat!on mark in my eye. I couldn't write poetry then because I didn't know what a similie was so my eye bled instead right through the last half of english. Now i still can't use a semi-colon; properly
by ~childoftheuniverse
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- Current Residence: Edinburgh, Scotland
- Interests: Procrastinating for the most part.
- Favourite movie: Not sure.
- Favourite band or musician: Talking Heads. David Byrne is king.
- Favourite artist: Dave Shrigley I suppose.
- Favourite poet or writer: Edwin Morgan/Charles Bukowski.
- Favourite game: A Link To The Past.
- Favourite gaming platform: SNES all the way.
- Tools of the Trade: Pen. Paper. Computer. Brain.
- MSN: chrislindores@hotmail.co.uk
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