A for effort.

Should I take notice or should I ignore. Actions spoke in place of words; laughable at best. It's exhausting.

Heels.

Battle armour fixed in place.

Huh?

King Henry VIII in Voldemorts.

Weary

Let me close my eyes and rest a while
with heavy heart and broken soul.

Coney

I am highly amused.

Static

Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
Totally motionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into Lump's pyjamas
She totally confused all the passing piranhas.

Repetition.

5 4 0 8

What really happened.

First and foremost can I say that Miss T is absolutely lovely. Funny, genuine, open and sweet. Also very attractive and with a figure I would kill for!

The day progressed pretty much as Miss T has said. She had the misfortune to meet up with me on a day when I had birthday money to spend so she was systematically dragged around the shops. She was very gracious about it :)

The day also consisted of :

Social discussion -
Me : I just have to ring my daughter and let her know that you aren't a sweaty internet stalker.
Miss T : Why are all internet stalkers sweaty?
Me : I don't know, that's a good point.

Intellectual debate -
Me : Iggle Piggle is wrong on many levels.
Miss T : How can you say that. Look at his little face and the way he dances.
Me : That is why he is wrong on so many levels.

And technology -
Me : Argghh!
Miss T : You alright there?
Me : I can't text to save my life. My spelling skills have left me.
Miss T : What are you trying to spell?
Me : It.
Miss T : * walks away cackling *


All in all a fantastic day :)

Thank you Miss T for a wonderful time. It was such a pleasure to meet you.

Help!

It's all lies, lies I tell you. She has me tied up in the cellar ... oh my god, I think that's Bikey over there * squints *.
It was our discussion about Iggle Piggle that did it. How did I know that she was so obsessed about him. All I said was that I found him slightly disturbing and the next thing I know ... darkness.


I've managed to get one hand free to type this, I don't have much time before she comes back, god, she's coming ...

Jam for brains.

The sum of the digits in the phone number for the deer antlers was a multiple of the number of words in their entry, while the price of the two tea urns, which was less than that of the coal scuttle, was also a multiple of the number of words in their entry.

Copyright apologies

Supermassive eyeroll.

Gervase

Blur and fade
Twist and weave
Our minds are opened to receive.


Binding, margin, font, text ... where are you?

Horizons

Where now?

Honesty is the best policy.

So, the conversation turns again to the demise of the message. And this is where I am confused. I've trawled the interviews ( thank you T.I.P ) and at no point do MCR state that they have a definitive message ( with regards to women ) until late 2004/2005 when they became more in the public eye and the fan base begin to idolise them. Previous to this they were very much a band about following your dream, being who you are and making a difference. I mean, for goodness sake, there is even an interview where GW says he watched a porn film in the recording booth to help with the intensity of the vocals ( working on the assumption that it was a heterosexual porn film ). I never saw a campaigner until well into their career.

I see a man who fits his actions and statements into whatever the public/friends/lovers want him to be.

So why is everyone so disappointed by the current state of affairs? He is behaving true to form.

Eyes Wide Shut

And now I think I'm on the outside looking in.

Vacant Possession

Sometimes my chair is pushed in, sometimes at an angle. Othertimes I lay on the floor with my legs up the wall. At the moment I am in the window seat , looking out.

Indonesian child.

Laughter is the best medicine.

Detachment

Let me sit here, let me be.
Please, for now no society.
This is not hate nor indifference.
This is my wish to be with me.

Offer me no helping Hand.
Touch me not and understand.
Quiet is my somber garment.
Solitude, my simple garland.

Let me detach for some time.
Later I shall bend these knees
to pray, to worship my God,
and to break bread with Peace.

William Sienes III

Oi Gunther!

Who me? Nah, I'm not that meticulous. And I look ridiculous in a Panama.

What now?

Your transparency astounds me.

Zyzygy

Tick, tick, tick, tick ... boom?

New queue, new queue!

Or should that be new post, new post!

Nah, new queue it is. But actually not really new. About a month and a half old . And more people are falling into line by the day. But you see, we all return to the original queue when necessary. Service as normal.


Oh look, theres a badger with a gun.

Release

I should really explain my actions personally but it would only drag up old wounds, not going to happen.

It was like an acrid smoke, clogging and choking at my lungs, the stench of recriminations and bile giving me no room to breathe. No let up, no grace in manner, no bow of the head to say it's done, finished. Rehashed, again and again.

I went, simple as that.

But I missed you, simple as that.

So I returned.

Simple.

As.

That.


I promised you once I would stay to the end, I shall try, I really shall.

Don't break me in the process, ' kay?

Not the time to speak, just inhale.

Hmmm?

Only one person holds the scissors and she's not going to cut it, are you? ;)


Is this refering to you, my little friend?

Both doors open.

Out with the old, in with the new.


Let's get the celebration going first, then focus, where to go , what to do.

Times they are a changing, aren't they Bob.