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The Brave: March 2008

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Thursday, 20 March 2008. It’s been a while, hasn't it? I have been so completely busy and the internet connection is not real great here, so I have been avoiding the computer a bit. I am probably the most impatient person on the planet, so an internet service that drops out and is inexplicably slow frustrates me to the point of insanity. Links to this post. Monday, 10 March 2008. Anyone need a couple of suitcases? They are so bulky. Seriously, if you live in Adelaide and require a couple of large sui...

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The Brave: The pub

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Tuesday, 6 May 2008. From the mere smell wafting from the local, I could imagine the decor inside: dart board on one wall, an orchestra of alto voices rumbling incoherently like a turbulent sea. The only recognisable word being an intermittently barked ". The carpet on the ground is dark, with an unsightly geometric pattern of the likes never seen in any domestic arena. It's pattern. Smeared with the remnants of dried clay, and navy Yakka. Thinking back to the pub in my memory, I half expect a similar cr...

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The Brave: Irony

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Sunday, 27 April 2008. However, the plan went to pot when the installers found they had a mismatched flue, and so, with regret, the guys informed me there were no spares of the correct flue in the warehouse and they would have to order another in. which will take another week or so. Great! With Ashley away in Scotland, my brother came to my rescue with a new fuse he just happened to have lying around in his shed, and a flashlight, which I was also without. How was your night? Jen at Semantically driven.

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The Shores of My Dreams

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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Wednesday, April 23, 2008. My heart knows a mystery old as life:. I have to save myself. I have to save myself. I have to save myself. I know this much, my place. A life where hope outshines fears. A life where hope outshines fears. A life where hope outshines fears. I tiptoe out of the room. As if you were looking at me-. I have to save myself. I have to save myself. I have to save myself. I leave you, my muse. I tore my own soul-. April 23, 2008.

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Laughing Ghosts: February 2009

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Originals are better than remakes. Wednesday, February 04, 2009. I was recently in a head-on collision. The sesame seed metallic hood. Crumpled under the force. Of my pearly white grill. The double beef passengers. Through the tunnel of appetite satisfaction. Was held in a chapel of grease;. In the book of my blood. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Find Me A Bluebird. Here I Go Again. Mom And Apple Pie. Her Kind Of Blog. Who Am I Not To Say.

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Laughing Ghosts: August 2008

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Originals are better than remakes. Friday, August 22, 2008. Surprised the fire out of me. When she said I googled you. Why would she do that? I spend my days sucking. Acid reduced breakfast, lunch and dinner,. Exposing the delicious smell of bacon frying. As the poopological con it really is. I have mostly gray hair, and. A belly the size of a prize winning watermelon. I do have all my teeth, and. Some really sexy sunglasses. The odiferous truth is there,. My words are full of boaters good eats and drinks.

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Laughing Ghosts: November 2009

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Originals are better than remakes. Tuesday, November 10, 2009. Reminded me of a chicken thigh. Lightly dusted with flour,. Waiting on a deep dive. Stepping on the metaphor. But, decided not;. It’d be cold broth. For a rising, hungry sun. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Find Me A Bluebird. Here I Go Again. Mom And Apple Pie. Her Kind Of Blog. Who Am I Not To Say.

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Laughing Ghosts

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Originals are better than remakes. Tuesday, December 04, 2012. A seagull clawed the rippled menu, and. Decided on the blue-back shad;. A delicious delight of silvery scales,. Terrified eyes, and a last gulp of air. What a sad tail! Brings a tear to the eye. I watched it off the back of my boat last Sunday. Do you feel good for the seagull, or bad for the fish. Bad for the fish. Glad ya are still kicking! Hey, Pat. Good to hear from you. This is ture. Bill. He Really writes good! View my complete profile.

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Laughing Ghosts: May 2008

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Originals are better than remakes. Friday, May 23, 2008. Words can be empty. You can tie them together. Like garlic in panty hose,. The toe of a lost poet’s dream;. They’re still just words,. Empty when full,. Ashes of ghosts howling. In the period after goodbye. Wednesday, May 21, 2008. I woke up this morning. With my bones melting. Pooling in the soles of my feet. When i walked to the bathroom. Sloshed when i stopped. Yeah though i walk. Of the shadow …. Sunday, May 18, 2008. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).