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The Internet Sleeps Sundays: APAD #20: One Worries About These Things

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays. Monday, 20 April 2009. APAD #20: One Worries About These Things. I no longer have bad dreams. Instead I have nightmares. Where I have gone mad. And am halucinating all of the above.*. Mainly I have bad dreams. Where I cannot work out the plural form of. And resultingly have to rewrite large sections of poetry. With only 15 mintues to go before my self imposed. I was also halucinating giant statues of Disney charachters. And fast food items. Labels: a poem a day. APAD #12: Ten...

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays: APAD #24: Gloss

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays. Friday, 24 April 2009. I want nothing more than to rest the head. Of my finger upon your cushion lips,. To lay there as we watch daytime sitcom reruns on TV. Neither of us laughing,. Neither of us minding that. And my finger so comfortable. That there is no way in hell it's getting up to change the channel. End Short because I suddenly realised I had one minute until the deadline. Britains, go see "In the Loop". I laughed so much it hurt. GOODNIGHT]. Labels: a poem a day.

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays: APAD #22: She Said She Needed A Murderer

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays. Wednesday, 22 April 2009. APAD #22: She Said She Needed A Murderer. We off roaded until we couldn't see a single thing. Except fields and fields and fields and fields. The sky here is so painfully empty and colourless -. We are the Europe of American art student fantasy. We'd packed putty inside the seats,. Coated everything in gasoline. And were told the remote would work from several miles away. As if we wouldn't want to witness this). I'd preffer something less pertinent).

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The Obligatory Profile | The Opposite of Primroses

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The Opposite of Primroses. I am Eloise. I am trying to write again. April 6th to 8th. April 5th and 6th. SC on April 1st. The Opposite of Primroses. Middot; Incorrigible, brash. Blog at WordPress.com.

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays: Bring Out the Real Fun #2: Curse Songs of Great Beauty

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays. Monday, 11 May 2009. Bring Out the Real Fun #2: Curse Songs of Great Beauty. In which our hero continues to have a worryingly personal relationship with a comic book about music and magic). Tell me Marc, what was your favourite time you ever cry? Seems the most qoutable line, other than a callback joke to the first series. I fuckin' love intertextuality). God, why did this take so long? Oh and the title is a reference to a really good Clem Snide song. Out.]. Ah, Bring Out the...

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays: APAD #23: Life and How to Relive It

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays. Thursday, 23 April 2009. APAD #23: Life and How to Relive It. I like to think we write a new manifesto. Every time we leave the house. Every time we ditch work to play in snow. Every time we declared "Fuck tomorrow morning". Every time we decided to do a second encore. But really, all we ever did. Was reiterate the rules of reverie and abandon. That we'd learned from midbudget movies. So they could afford to have your favourite band's. To my one man demographic). Boy 18, seek...

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays: APAD #19: The Sound of No Strings Swelling

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays. Sunday, 19 April 2009. APAD #19: The Sound of No Strings Swelling. Your heart keeps beating at the same speed it always has,. The rain falls as fast and as heavy as it ever did. There's a vile little popping sound as your lips part. And an even worse wet whack when they re-engage. No strings swell, no soft focus, no camera spin. You let your eyes open and look up. At the triangular window, high above the door. Hoping for the moon but all you see is grey. Labels: a poem a day.

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays: APAD#18: Some Silent Prophet Taking Comfort

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays. Saturday, 18 April 2009. APAD#18: Some Silent Prophet Taking Comfort. When everyone I know and/or love is dead and/or gone. At least I will never have to wait outside Topshop again. Cursing the disgusting young beauties in my head. Whilst a sister or friend buys shoes. When everyone I know and/or love is dead and/or gone. At least I will be able to stop pretending I tolerated. The bastards they hung out with when I wasn't there. The funerals will be spectacular, I assure you.

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays: APAD #21: Infinity, One Night Only

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The Internet Sleeps Sundays. Tuesday, 21 April 2009. APAD #21: Infinity, One Night Only. There seems to be a shop on every corner. Selling trackers and rockets. And an open freezer waiting. For a teenage girl -. You wish she was tagged and easy to follow). And when you look to the skies. And see another smoke trail,. You wonder how anyone could possibly be alseep. There seems to be a bar on every corner. Full of boys with bass guitars,. A teenage girl waiting. For something to fall in love. Boy 18, seeks...

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April 1st | The Opposite of Primroses

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The Opposite of Primroses. April 2nd →. April 1, 2009 · 11:55 pm. I’m a sucker for ridiculous obligations and insane workload. Why do you think I like Oxford so much? Ba dum dum ching*. NaPoWriMo, here I come. Remind me where we were the night the sky fell in,. And the moon sagged so low you could touch it from rooftops,. As huge and empty as a watchface. Remind me of the names. Pinched out like stars between finger and thumb,. The faces that held freckles and crooked smiles. Rain is rationed nowadays.