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to littl rabits eeting chips
to littl rabits sitting on grips
on the grips wer lots of bugs
the trublmakus wer playing a gam
the gam was called I am you and you are they

Actually I'm glad it's not 2007 any more even though I'm suspicious of 8s ( Read more... )

Oh yes and remember the boat speeding through and the bacteria.

So much that is invisible yet refuses to disappear.

In South East London there is a theatre group, The London Bubble. They perform in parks and woodlands, moving from site to site for each 'scene' of the play. We went. It is how We Are ( Read more... )

just dropping by

It's been some time again and I must check the friends page.

I am generally heavy-eyed, living lower to the ground, writing writing writing. And ok I think.

I'd like to return if I can find a good enough reason so I might.

Now I'm off to read about other people's way more useful existences.

I can't find my pictures.

Very slightly on the road to leaving the 21st. I'm so rooted here, do desperate to leave, that I worry about surviving. Surviving the move I mean. Like an invasive cancer that holds your veins together, that will kill you, but if removed will also, maybe, kill you ( Read more... )

4. In 1,2,3,4,5,6 days. Or sleeps ( Read more... )

I have had little to do, really, with her musical tastes. But here, so far, are some of the things she asks for independently and consistently ( Read more... )

There hasn't been a lot that could be said. But not because there hasn't been a lot happening ( Read more... )

Analysis today. More of the screwed up paper map of my life folded out and, well, at least superficially flattened. If not erased. Or torn in anger ( Read more... )