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There was a man, he went mad, He jumped into a paper bag; The paper bag was too narrow, He jumped into a wheelbarrow; The wheelbarrow took on fire, He jumped into a cow byre; The cow byre was too nasty, He jumped into an apple pasty; The apple pasty was too sweet, He jumped into Chester-le-Street; Chester-le-Street was full of stones, He fell down and broke his bones.
Eternity Was On Our Lips
These, falling seconds Look, like rain. Or, even better. A punch, to the stomach. Faded analogies, End up not explaining anything I am trying, To get across. To get. Across. Carbon copy after another Adorn the walls… Of every…house How empty it sounds, When one, Can’t even… Forge, a path… To the door. The illusion, Of running around… With, my...
We made love on the living room floor with the noise in the background from a televised war And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say “If we walk away, they’ll walk away”
“Through science, we find alliance to endure reality, creating blinding lights of fiction as our only clarity. Marked by the memories of our future past, it’s the beginning, not the end, that we have to reach last.”
February 2010
18 posts
“He can grow a beard in two hours — he probably grew [the one he has now] in the...”
– Michael Gladis on Jon Hamm (via natface)
