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bunnies room: free writing. circa 1999-2001
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Tuesday, November 11. Free writing. circa 1999-2001. Out into the street i flow. Im not sure, ive nowhere to go. I see people fly by yet i am so slow. Its a color expozay - a blurry show. We wont walk, wont laugh, wont play. We just want to get out - shot today. In my head a part is dead. What im fed its not being read. So i pull down the stars. White pin points pricking the crowd. Crowd of colour garish. Melt them al into single units. Its just more organised that way. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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bunnies room: I magine the city. written 1999
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Monday, November 10. I magine the city. written 1999. Edited Nov 10 2008. I wrote this before I even lived on Hobson street. guess my imagination was pretty accurate.). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Auckland city, New Zealand. Writing helps me to release my sadness and shed my wings of it so i can fly above it. still struggling to acheive and live my dreams. View my complete profile. Links to friends blurbs. Great places to check out. 3 Japan Queen Street AKL CBD. Secret asian man comic.
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bunnies room: unfinished, untitled. circa 2000-2002
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Tuesday, November 11. Unfinished, untitled. circa 2000-2002. Kana walked down the road with a bottle of vodka to ease her disappointment. was like a great vault sky of cloud and blue evening. the moon directly above like white marble. the unseen sun dyed the cloud fringes orange and pink. a swirling mass tethered to spill into the blue like the great wall of a slow moving wave. A sight to make many watchers sigh. Far too distant to hear the plaintive voices calling her to stay,come back, ignoring.
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bunnies room: untitled circa 2003
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Tuesday, November 11. We lay in bed,. We lay very close. And listened to the narcissus grow. We hard the silver moon rise,. I heard his eye lids blinking,. He heard my hair rustling. We saw fantastic visions,. We dreamed our wolds together,. No-longer separated but linked by our finger tips only,. Eyes of midnight bright,. Eyes of perceptual might. Dreams never end when you believe. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Auckland city, New Zealand. View my complete profile. Links to friends blurbs.
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bunnies room: The Dream where I cant stop the car...
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Monday, October 6. The Dream where I cant stop the car. I was watching Battle Star Galactica through our flat LAN last night and got to S2, ep 14 when Ryan unplugged his hard-drive totally canning the episode I was halfway through :-(. I was too frustrated to wait for it to come back onto the network, so instead threw myself into bed and fell asleep with my MP3 player rocking off Kings of Leon. I was dreaming again about driving in a car. well, I wasnt. Not pressing it properly? That yes I am afraid of d...
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bunnies room: The White Blossom - written circa 2003
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Friday, January 2. The White Blossom - written circa 2003. Locked in a chamber of cold black stones with thick chains clamping her wrists, and ankles to the walls. An iron choker held her head from the floor and any further comfortable position. No movement, no food, no thought. why this torture? In this filthy cramped cavity only she could fit. Eyes open, staring at a white blossom blooming before her. Small and alone, the girl died. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Auckland city, New Zealand.
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bunnies room: night flying. written 2000
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Monday, November 10. Night flying. written 2000. Late night cafe music. enough caffine to make the sane mad and those denizens of the coffee sane. reasonably. red light floods the scene, horizon of yellow light on the bar; dark silhouettes of couples sit around tables lit with candles and low lights. Samarah looks up to and notices the time on an old Hawaiian clock. 10.00pm. Time to go. see the night out. But, decides to go after one more song. to calm the nerves. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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bunnies room: Wet Grass - written circa 2003
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Friday, January 2. Wet Grass - written circa 2003. Listening to the sounds of a friday afternoon and drinking smirnoffs to tune me in. Wet patches of grass and mud; a small micro plane buzzing over above. A cool breeze momentarily brushing my face; dispersed clouds dripping towards the east. Im thinking of some other afternoon, like this one. just as cool and the sun just about to touch the horizon. observing the scene with the same detached wonder. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Like a cheshire cat.
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bunnies room: i made my mother cry today.
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Friday, October 17. I made my mother cry today. That fool. that damned fool. Why cant she accept, that I will never take that bitch back. That bitch, who unfortunately for our family line, holds the ancestral name, Your Name! And smears dirt and shame on it. You watched us, as we grew together. we became our own, and now you can watch us fall apart. There is nothing that her parents didn't give her, except strong boundaries. Wasn't it you, who always told me to turn my back on those who do wrong? Wasn't ...
