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Kirra Serra says...: 101st
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Sunday, January 1, 2012. Oh Look. It is 1st January. Again. S allowed in labels? Labels: Bah. Humbug. Tuesday, January 03, 2012. Oh, look. Youre back from the dead. Sunday, January 15, 2012. It is not death. Hibernation. Year long ones. Care to follow? Thursday, September 18, 2014. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.". View my complete profile. How I got my groove back. Poets of the Fall.
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Kirra Serra says...: Of Naggings and Glazed Eyes
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Thursday, July 8, 2010. Of Naggings and Glazed Eyes. About CATE- They asked me about my favourite book. I should have written about Anna, just to show that I have read it. But I didn't. Would have been too big a lie. The Little Prince transcends description, which left me with Shadow Lines. Dusty hot late mornings. Squinting through sweat and sun. Then suddenly a stranger comes along and does something trivial, but nice for you and you think about it for the rest of the day. Feel drunk on overdose of sat...
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Kirra Serra says...: As Seen on a Tantra T-Shirt
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010. As Seen on a Tantra T-Shirt. If only they had my size. Thursday, September 23, 2010. Thursday, September 18, 2014. Inside Ty your Tasmanian Tiger woods A couple of: Tree Save, Tys archnemesis from the very first sport, Employer Cass the actual cassowary, goes out via jail, and also Ity has to combat Cass bad want to dominate the globe along with his henchmen designs, the particular Uber Frills! Old school rs gold. Old school runescape gold. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Shiny...
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Kirra Serra says...: September 2009
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Thursday, September 24, 2009. The 6 mark answer. I sat there. Silence. The tiny scratching noises of 36 watches merging into that of pens (not ball pens. They don't scratch). Rustle. Extra Sheets. Double spaced-lined sheets. Very un-green. More rustle. Scratch. How can you possibly afford. To leave your seat. Time, there isn't any. And I sit still. Scratching, but nothing coherent. The one point that eludes me. A greasy fish. What if there is no 6th point? What if one of the previous 5 carries 2 marks?
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Kirra Serra says...: April 2010
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Sunday, April 25, 2010. Wrote it don't know when-. Today I found a broken ring-. A rusted silver testimony. Of what once had been and no longer was. A half written letter had I sent? Flowers pressed dry swirled by. As I ruffled through the yellowed promises. Today I found a smile. No longer wan and tight. It cracked through the mold. That more restricted than masked,. And I can mean it now when I say,. I am fine.". Go ahead, say it, it. Very been there done that. Thursday, April 22, 2010. I don't recall ...
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Kirra Serra says...: July 2010
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Thursday, July 8, 2010. Of Naggings and Glazed Eyes. About CATE- They asked me about my favourite book. I should have written about Anna, just to show that I have read it. But I didn't. Would have been too big a lie. The Little Prince transcends description, which left me with Shadow Lines. Dusty hot late mornings. Squinting through sweat and sun. Then suddenly a stranger comes along and does something trivial, but nice for you and you think about it for the rest of the day. Feel drunk on overdose of sat...
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Kirra Serra says...: May 2010
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010. As Seen on a Tantra T-Shirt. If only they had my size. Sunday, May 23, 2010. I took my time to realize that my phone number ends in 42. Friday, May 21, 2010. Before the wryness settled in. I saw my marks and burst out into an absolutely hysterical cackle. 75 in English and 93 in Business Studies? How did that come about? Monday, May 17, 2010. In battles and wars it is always the horses I pity. Friday, May 14, 2010. 1 Nearly drowned. Not very. God knows what has been in here! It is ...
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Kirra Serra says...: September 2010
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Thursday, September 23, 2010. Disturbed/ So Many Sos. Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Or justified. I had a viral. For the second time. In the same week. Grrr! Warning- I have taken to rambling. Ah Now it is all black. So I am done. The past week has been a feverish hallucination. Today more so than ever. Now more so than ever. I fall into trance-like blues and tumble into hysteria which...I have al...
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Kirra Serra says...: December 2009
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Friday, December 18, 2009. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears and sympathy. I, Kirra Serra, bid adieu till we next hear from each other. That would be sometime in March. If, that is, I have anything left in me- courage, self-esteem, wit, rational thought, anything. While I am out of action, do try to get something happening on the Make Boards Illegal front, for the greater good. PS- Merry Christmas, Happy New Year. Thursday, December 10, 2009. Also, recurring nightmares are so. boring. Today,...
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Kirra Serra says...: December 2011
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Thursday, December 29, 2011. Life, uncomplicate. Now. There is never an alternative to good ol' crying. Too good a vent. But then, your head hurts. Can't even advertise my blog since I am not writing anything. Stranded alone by a road with a broken slipper. No auto in sight. A man on bike. Screeches to a halt right in front of me. Reaches in his pocket. Pulls out a feviquick. "You should really fix that slipper.". I never carry an umbrella. Call it my silent rebellion against the rain. Labels: How I got ...