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Phantoms Fables: oh me oh my
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Wednesday, 17 December 2008. Oh me oh my. I heard a story the other day about someone who brought a dress because he boyfriend was going to propose to her, the woman in the shop let the customer know that someone had brought the dress earlier the previous day but had returned it later on, with the labels intact also wishing the lady well and to."let me know how you get on". The shop owner got in contact with the person who had brought the dress in the first place.and she had to own up! It was an experien...
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Phantoms Fables: January 2009
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Monday, 5 January 2009. Hope you all had a excellent festive time off. I fully endulged and it felt like the first proper holiday i have had for about 3 years! No work, no stress, no worries. This year was the first one without any family, last year they all came over here to me. But this year was a proper Australia Christmas, met on the beach at 10am for a Christmas Day surf arranged by Matt Damon himself (well the S.A one) Rodney! I like to think they are deathstars exploding in the background.
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Phantoms Fables: November 2008
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Monday, 10 November 2008. So I heard this tale about a person house sitting a friends dog the other day and it made me laugh. A couple go away to Dubai for a holiday and leave their quite old German Shepard dog at home and ask their friend if she can go round once a day and look after it for the week. So on the 3rd day she goes round and finds the dog laying DEAD on the kitchen floor. Not wanting to look like a lady with a dog killing fetish.she thinks on her feet and says "oh its DJ- ing. So i had about...
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Phantoms Fables: November 2010
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Tuesday, 9 November 2010. A few of us went karting. Out at fully sick Eastern Creek the other week. After sweating our ass's off for about 2 hours. im. More of a lower back, feet and forehead sweater, just for the record. We then went to the Cricketers Arms for a beer afterwards, it was a lovely little pub reminded me of the sort of pub from the motherland / Oxfordshire. 800 x 2 $22.50 = . . . . about 20 seconds later I blurt out. Gravy is $4.50". It better be liquid gold". Of before i leave). A family a...
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Phantoms Fables: January 2008
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Thursday, 31 January 2008. Tea Bag Trays. Why do people have a porcelain tray in there kitchen to put used tea bags on? Walk over to the bin you lazy idiot, why would you even buy one or these…or if you were given one as a present surely you would say. “thanks iv been waiting for a piece of junk like this to show of my used tea bags in the kitchen for years”. This is almost as bad as the RETARDS who put tea bags in the sink, who does that? Leaving the insides of toilet rolls in the toilet? 1 Surely you w...
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Phantoms Fables: Time's are a changing
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Sunday, 7 December 2008. Time's are a changing. So as you can see from the last post, i got drunk at a work do and brought something from the silent auction again, last year it was the signed Aryton. During the last few weeks iv moved house, we've moved 1 suburb out of Manly now, so its a bit cheaper to live and I shouldn't be going out as much as it's not as easy to "pop out for 1 beer (who ever has 1 beer)". Cricket bat then that wouldn't be so great. D-fens (aka Mr Wainwright Snr. Subscribe to: Post C...
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Catalogue Twentysix: Proof. And an incurable knitting fever.
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Sunday, 11 October 2009. Proof And an incurable knitting fever. I have been being creative, though it hasn't involved much poetry. Maybe I am exploring knitting as a sort of poetry with objects. Very long, thin and flexible objects. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to Catalogue Twentysix. After the trial and dedication that was Catalogue 25. So, we come to it again: enjoy! Follow me follow me! Proof And an incurable knitting fever. One in a month. No Blues* *8. PUBLIC SERVIC. Too Broad a Church.
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Catalogue Twentysix: Something new! Callooh! Callay!
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Saturday, 19 September 2009. Occasional birds flash across the sterile white-out sky. And snap my eyes across the high-set windows. This room is monotony too: rows of labelled content. And blank goggles reflecting strip-light white. A clatter, and some sudden words—nothing we can look back on. From outside time. My memories are like the distant windows:. So far above the day-to-day that they seem experimental, avant-garde. I remember days like these flayed bodies in exacting standards of sterility. A lit...
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Catalogue Twentysix: One in a month
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Wednesday, 7 October 2009. One in a month. Is an unacceptable situation to have gotten myself into. Shucks. I have learned to knit. I have been poorly. I miss swimming. My lungs still hurt if I cycle uphill in the chill nearly-winter wind. A new poem, unrelated:. The whip of dune grasses and cuts on the soles of my feet. It alters, chances the river that feeds it. I race. To the tops and bottoms of dunes that no longer exist. It is downwards that haunts me, giant slow-beat strides. I have decided to carr...
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Catalogue Twentysix: April 2009
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Sunday, 26 April 2009. Here, for you, a long slow sky at first;. Feel it open you up like water to thirst. Bring this morning to your snow-dead toes,. To each body part a meditation in coming to terms. Take next a sliding acceptance of horseback,. Feel the horse's own gait through your spine and relax. It is my gift to you: use it as a distraction,. Perhaps, from anything else, from preoccupation. With the facts. You've shut your eyes by now,. I can tell. Feel my fingers up your spine. A bird, too quiet,...
