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You and i, old friend. Something jars between us. I wake up in the afternoons now with the tail-ends of American dreams fogging up my sleepy head. I told you all my secrets; whispering them, giggling, as you listened quietly. Those secrets evolved, pushing against you, forcing you to adapt until neither me nor my bag of stories slotted into the space you'd cleared for us all those years ago. Finally, inevitably, I quit - bundling up my stories and heading for elsewhere. Gillyscribbles, at 12:08 am link.
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In the Revolution Cafe, a five piece band is playing klezmer as our table wobbles and I sip my coffee and write. The wind is causing chaos among the pages of the Chronicle. My friend here folds and flips it, folds and flips it, in an attempt to minimise the obstacle. She clambers through it, pushing it against the pesky breeze, catching the corners before they get the chance to escape and pull their page away and off down 22nd Street. Gillyscribbles, at 8:06 am link. View my complete profile. Me, in spain.
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We hae meat and we can eat, sae let the lord be thankit. We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,. Frae morning sun till dine;. But seas between us braid hae roar'd. Sin' auld lang syne. A Burn's supper (for those of you who don't know) is a chance for friends to meet, talk, drink and be merry. It's a celebration of the life of the greatest Scottish poet. Tonight's Burn's supper was totally welcome. It was quite quiet - reflecting the mood of us friends; we, happy but busy, tired, always-on-the-go friends. The ca...
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On your marks, get set. I'm leaving for San Francisco tomorrow where I'm sure the motorway noises will sound awful different. Maybe they'll ask me to have a nice day, or say "pants" where I usually wouldn't. They'll whizz past me I think, a slowly gathering gale that will whip me up soon enough so that I'm among them, battering along above the city, looking with baffled amazement at the folk below. Marvellous new noises, but none quite so fine as home. Gillyscribbles, at 11:22 pm link. Me, in spain.
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Because i just realised i could upload videos. These are jumping crumbs. And these are marching mimes. And I'm sure there will be more to come! Gillyscribbles, at 9:09 pm. View my complete profile. Me, in spain. In case you feel noisy too. This is a Flickr badge showing public photos from gillyroche. Make your own badge here.
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So, during twelve balmy sun-soaked cocktails, I told the truth. NO! One truth untold lies and vanquishes rodents.really. All of the men swooned over all of the men. Gay! Also while I was quite serene, I tricked many of my former liaisons into covering these streets with rodents. Scrappy beasts, they were scampering about and people ran fast - terrified that one might introduce itself awkwardly and uninvited impose unnecessary amounts of napkins upon the filth-loving hermaphrodites. God- what a freak.
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Gillyscribbles, at 10:13 pm link. View my complete profile. Me, in spain. In case you feel noisy too. This is a Flickr badge showing public photos from gillyroche. Make your own badge here.
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Sauchiehall Street late on a Saturday night. It's a writhing, squawking, full of folk street. Make you weak street. It spooks that familiar feeling of mine,. That hot-headed feeling that carves lines in my forehead. As I squint in confusion at my sudden, unexpected isolation. I keep my head down and my mouth shut,. I dodge looks and weave through broken shards of conversation. I say nothing, my eyes focused. Firmly on the pavement passing beneath me and. Gillyscribbles, at 11:25 pm link. Me, in spain.
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There is some other word;. Something other than those unmentionable words;. Redder in colour,. That wouldn't leave that saccharine taste on my lips. We knew it late. It peeking out from behind midnight talk,. Between words as they wandered. The short distance between your mouth and mine;. Or following us out of the cinema. All the way home. We greeted it once; fleeting. And shrugged as it skipped away. To find two others more deserving. Gillyscribbles, at 10:12 pm link. View my complete profile.
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You just have to embrace it. About Mimes who aren't mimes. And don't you forget it. Gillyscribbles, at 10:19 pm. View my complete profile. Me, in spain. In case you feel noisy too. This is a Flickr badge showing public photos from gillyroche. Make your own badge here.
