Time alone

In the past few days I've done nothing but think. That's what having nothing much else to do does. However, the housewarming is tonight, so I'll be quick. Gotta do a bit before then. Last night, though, I shared a room with about 200 Indonesian students and a couple of other asians, while watching a couple of karaoke bands and a really great jazz band (Pearly Shells Swing Orchestra). That took my mind off things. It was so good to dance again! I feel so self-conscious most of the time though. I think if I actually learnt some real moves I'd enjoy it a lot more. Whether on my own or with a partner, doesn't matter.

OK, that's enough milk and honey for you today! Bye now. =====> ?

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And we all went to heaven in a little rowboat.
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt.

I Love

A nice song by Athlete. A very good band.

My head is turgid emotion and frantic escape. I can't understand where it all went wrong. It could have been on the beach, it could have been in the fields. My childhood is gone. Somebody please tell me the riddle. I know the answer, but where is the question?

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A lost moment
Dying in the shade
Losing relevance
To the everyday parade

--^--I wrote this poem a year or two ago, in the back of an exercise book.

You may think this all means nothing but it's everything to do with how I feel at the moment. Tonight I felt something really strong. This may have been what we call love, or it may be a few neurons misfiring in my brain. Either way, I'm really tired, and I hate full stops. I'm pretty sure my last post (ha! Last Post!) was a sarcastic reaction to the number of them I use. I want something else to express the end of my sentences, but using more full stops just stretches out what I don't want to say....

Well I hope your brains are in better shape than mine, that's all I can say. I'm confused about what my purpose is. I wrote some cool music using Sibelius, but I can't save it unless I register. Damn!

I find out tomorrow whether I've got a job down at the Docklands! Yippee!! If I don't it might be a blessing in disguise, as it's a long way to travel.

I can't be stuffed I can't be stuffed I can't stuffed be.
go and eat some unhealthy food. see if i care. i'm going to bed.
. I thought this was going to be a post about love. ah well
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The Full Stop.

Full stops, or periods. Whatever you want to call them. Aren't they great. They just make the world go round. I love them. The End.

In fact, I shall add a picture of one. So as you know what I'm talking about. This might be stretching it. I wonder if this will work.



They are simply marvellous.

Oh, and you can do this...

Forgotten periods of one's life.

Fear of the Line.

Here, for what it's worth. Facebook is the best way to get in touch with your lost American friends.

My facebook profile.

I'm feeling the strain of a heavy burden. Most of that burden involves my own incredibly harsh emotional state. Harsh/cold/unfeeling, yeah I just wish I could press a button and everything in the world could reset to 'the way it was', or maybe everyone would just UNDERSTAND. Nobody would have to say anything. Sure, we'd lose our voices, but it would be so RELAXING.