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Aptus Pen by Takumi Yoshida | Pen Quest
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The quest for the perfect pen. Share your pen quest here. Aptus Pen by Takumi Yoshida. October 4, 2008 in Pen Design. Isn’t that just the coolest looking pen you’ve ever seen? Takumi Yoshida is amazing! Hands On Retractable Marker. Aptus Pen by Takumi Yoshida. Pilot G2 Retractable Gel Ink Rolling Ball Pen. Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert’s pens. Swiss Jewel Aroma Pen. Yasutomo Grip 500 Mechanical Pencil. Pilot G2 Retractable Gel Ink Rolling Ball Pen. Where to buy hookah…. On Uniball Vision Elite. Hands O...
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July | 2009 | burslem is bohemia
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. Monthly Archives: July 2009. July 15, 2009. Stutter briefly over glass. Beaded waters waning west. July 14, 2009. This house, if i return,. Will i still recall journeys. North in the fading light,. Waning spires and blanket towns. And the vast silken river,. Shimmering back at us,. The prairie-wide road,. The stud-lettered cinema,. And the humming tarmac,. Boiled-hamburger pink –. And the distant corner,. Around which lies Christmas. And bay window,.
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But i may try. Where water seeps in. Away from the sun. Away from the sun. And the friends we'll meet. One day we'll climb. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Denise Scicluna's Art Blog! I can keep on. I am so tall and blooming not everlasting but i ma. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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provost 88 | burslem is bohemia
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. December 13, 2010. As if through some forgotten fault. A rugged asbestos spire purports. Unappointedly above its urban parapet:. This is the inauspicious bishopric. That deconsecrated your wing. And disarmed your prayer. Internally, your landing gear regressed. And your wing-tips dimmed as gently. As the sundown of a pilot’s eye:. Dreaming elevators being lately unexercised. With inevitable time the creeping ivy awakens. Look – the provost 88. Enter y...
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December | 2010 | burslem is bohemia
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. Monthly Archives: December 2010. December 13, 2010. As if through some forgotten fault. A rugged asbestos spire purports. Unappointedly above its urban parapet:. This is the inauspicious bishopric. That deconsecrated your wing. And disarmed your prayer. Internally, your landing gear regressed. And your wing-tips dimmed as gently. As the sundown of a pilot’s eye:. Dreaming elevators being lately unexercised. With inevitable time the creeping ivy awakens.
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October | 2009 | burslem is bohemia
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. Monthly Archives: October 2009. October 23, 2009. Train windows would appear to offer. A double-glazed derive for the goal-getter. Or time-limited, terminal, declining commuter. But no. because instead,. Bygoing england will embalm you like linen. And you’ll never pause to check your make-up. Until one day, somebody arrives to dig you up. Then, remarking upon your preservative sheen. They’ll leave little marks on the safety glass pane. October 18, 2009.
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December | 2009 | burslem is bohemia
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. Monthly Archives: December 2009. December 21, 2009. And its shooting gallery. With its blistered tiles. Snow-flecks on his eyelashes. And the roll-up poaching. Milkily in his skimmed complexion. Blog at WordPress.com. Blog at WordPress.com.
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November | 2009 | burslem is bohemia
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. Monthly Archives: November 2009. In the bleak mid-table. November 21, 2009. Shovel back the gloom:. The sometime sodden shroud. Dusks the winter skyline. A huddle of stands. Shirk the prying Skerne:. Quakers versus Stags,. In the bleak mid-table. Gabbiadini glides and gleams. As an uninhibited stream. Cuts across a misty moorland and. The ball simply follows. November 16, 2009. In raucous turn of flight. Their squealing ancestors daub.
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January | 2010 | burslem is bohemia
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. Monthly Archives: January 2010. January 27, 2010. Upon your dead face. And we evacuate the city. January 4, 2010. 8211; like a prose poem. January 4, 2010. Also applies to money-grabbing bastards the world over. Rendered in frames per annum. Whose moment of impact. Corpus at the moment of damage. January 4, 2010. 8216;s intents and purposes. And how easily the “i”. Can be picked from. A card index,. As a creature,. Ripped, wrung, overdrawn.
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All humans are the same. Anything but fucking poetry. December 13, 2010. As if through some forgotten fault. A rugged asbestos spire purports. Unappointedly above its urban parapet:. This is the inauspicious bishopric. That deconsecrated your wing. And disarmed your prayer. Internally, your landing gear regressed. And your wing-tips dimmed as gently. As the sundown of a pilot’s eye:. Dreaming elevators being lately unexercised. With inevitable time the creeping ivy awakens. Look – the provost 88. Create ...
