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Jan 18, 2009 22:34


Jacob's creeping through my veins
Mary's fingers knead my brain
Jacob's creek and Mary Jane

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walnutfire January 23 2009, 02:01:09 UTC
i really like this little poem. where you been noddy?

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walnutfire January 23 2009, 04:50:51 UTC
Hey thanks Ella! yeah i bin slacking off on the ol creativitah. Where i been...mainly working a fair bit which is lame but also good kinda. Went to confest with Adam and Fron which was verrry temperate - stayed around low 30s the whole time rather than the 45 - 50+ degree weather it's been at other times. So that was nice and chill and relaxing with lots of mud and mad naked hippies flaunting crystal knowledge and permanent markers all over the place.

where you been?

you don't seem to have a journal anymo?

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walnutfire February 3 2009, 02:03:22 UTC
i went back to my old private one. I'm just about where I've always been, minus a layer of skin maybe. Makin stuff. Hey, have you seen the poems they print in trains lately? Just. Awesome.

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nodstar February 3 2009, 02:07:54 UTC
what ha;ppened to your layer of skin? Was it cheese grater related? Cheese grater's can be cumbersome on the ol' knuckles. Or was it epic bike fall maybe? I haven't seen the poems on trains lately, but i have seen the ones that they put up by random people who hav submitted... i think it's a great idea, there's only a couple i really liked though...

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walnutfire February 3 2009, 03:23:46 UTC
I meant more like the awesome you get when, for example, you lose a whole layer of skin in a cheese grater accident. Or become trapped on a train in 45 degree heat with a thousand sweaty others and the poetic efforts of peggy from malvern (mother/dreamer).

i love my bike.

do you work in a tall building? my brother works in the rialto, he regularly has to go down to the ground floor because he gets vertigo and can't stand up straight. true story

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walnutfire February 4 2009, 00:18:58 UTC
lol at mother/dreamer. yes. many of the poems are dull like the leaves of faded autumn ponies.

I work on the ground floor of a very tall 3 story building. i get vertigo going up the 6 steps into the building but i hav to have had several booze to achieve this. I work at the rialto sometimes. it sucks, it's far and it's early.

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