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Secret Origins: Muganzi The Magnificent | Ernest Bazanye
https://bazanye.wordpress.com/2010/08/16/secret-origins-muganzi-the-magnificent
Lies, treachery and sundry deceits. Secret Origins: Muganzi The Magnificent. Asymp; 11 Comments. Muganzi Vincent B. Food Tech (Mature Entry) delivers his speech at the opening of campaigns for Makerere University Guild Presidency. He is expected to expound on his slogan A Candidate With a Difference . Cough Hem. Mic check, mic check. Hem. Good afternoon fellow students. I do not seek to be elected representative of the people’s power. I seek to be supreme overlord of all you pawns. Cos that’s my thing.
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When We Ride | Ernest Bazanye
https://bazanye.wordpress.com/2010/08/23/when-we-ride
Lies, treachery and sundry deceits. Asymp; 24 Comments. Potholes used to feature a lot in newspaper columns. Even by those written by my favourite columnist and Ian Clarke. The two of them would often, when their hacks were raised, thrust their fists quivering into the air. And harrumph loudly. And belch plumes of fire into the sky. While doing all this, they would simultaneously type spirited and beautiful tirades about the state of Ugandan roads all over my newspaper. Now, when I drive her, I drive her...
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River | Our Purple Rain
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. There are those days. Those long days, those enduring days when all you can think about is a name. When your thoughts start like a drop from the sky, silver cloud tear descending upon the earth. The drop hits the dirt and mixes with it, and starts rolling. It collects up with other drops and soon a stream forms, flowing through gulleys, valleys… The energy forming up now is immense, it’s a song you can hear. Ever experience those days? I do, thoughts of you- missing you.
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flow.LESS | wannabe architect | Page 2
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Newer posts ». You niggers want some old shit. Am on some new shit. You can read my old shit. THE light in EtHIopia. Pics of an architecture trip to Ethiopia, i liked the light in these. The pose is ‘roc boy’ . now that’s what i would call a stretch. Now don’t say i didn’t give you some wall paper. Now your comp b’s all shining an pimpin pimpin. And i don’t mind if you tell them you where there. Or if you just Photoshop yourself into the pics. I wont b’s hating on you. A new route made.
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this troubled soul of mine | flow.LESS
https://rubsflow.wordpress.com/2010/03/31/this-troubled-soul-of-mine
All I’ve got are these photographs. This troubled soul of mine. My soul is a dark dark place. And my soul is alone. My soul is a lonely lonely one. And I cannot creep awaynumb. I seek the light, to. Escape from this murky place. The familiar dark i now embody…. My soul is a cold cold place. And my soul is a chilly. My soul is a forlorn forlorn place. And I cannot scale its pitssore. I peek at the top, to. Flee from this bleak hole. The dead pit i now feel. Now i need to get some drawings done.
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what is a day prt 1 | flow.LESS
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What is a day prt 1. Is it the tic or toc of the clock. Or is it the space of time. The laugh at morning-day. The hug at mid-day. Or the drink at late-day. Is it the show by the sun. Or is it the motions of time. The tie knot made early-day. The gulp of fruit at half-day. The stagger from out at night-day. Is it the black and white. Or is it the dark and night. The grumble at day-break. The sweat at break-day. The exhaustion at end day. What is a day. 2 Responses to “what is a day prt 1”.
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floetry | flow.LESS
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Looking for a way. Rocky ground move we. Brown the earth is. Guard the way They to. Girls of the night. Filth of the night. Filth at the end. Loos at the end. Get you hard at the end. Taps at the end. Can’t wash the pee. Rich blend of the dark earth. And the white of cotton. The earth so powerful. Gives the fruit for both. Segmented, reveals the power of each. Mixed to create the beauty of both. Aroma and taste intoxicating. As the two mix in an orgy. High on the richness of caffeine. On a straight line.
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who is she | flow.LESS
https://rubsflow.wordpress.com/2010/02/14/who-is-she
What is a day, prt 2. Today’s a bitch. She was my girl. I was her guy. One Response to “who is she”. Feed for this Entry. On February 14, 2010. She was my M, now am just a D. What is a day, prt 2. Today’s a bitch. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Born out of conversations.
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All I’ve got are these photographs | flow.LESS
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Today’s a bitch. This troubled soul of mine. All I’ve got are these photographs. Here’s a little story I’ve gotta tell. Bout this girl I know so well. Back in the day was cool and all. Fell in love, I fell in love. Thought she was the one for me. Other girls I could not see. And look what happened to our love. I’m like how could it be? It should have been me and you. It could have been you and me. But i broke her heart and now I’m standing here. It should have been me and you. Now baby it’s killing me.
