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The Wicket Weaver: February 2007
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Let me weave a welcome strand Into your weary, wind-swept, sleep. Tuesday, February 20, 2007. So I bloody changed it. Yes, so I did. at the request of a friend (and since its her birthday and I have nothing else to give her) Pathetic, I know. But I like it better, the black was messing with my mind after awhile. And you know what they (Benny Hill) says, "Its better to have a rich husband then a lover thats a nervous wreck.". Wait that doesn't work. oh well nevermind then. Posted by thisisme @ 3:46 PM.
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The Wicket Weaver: October 2006
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Let me weave a welcome strand Into your weary, wind-swept, sleep. Tuesday, October 31, 2006. Hello Miss X, how do you do; have you missed me like I've missed you? And does every smile that we make take our breath away? Would you let me kiss your hand and would you smile if I whispered that I love you? That smile would mean the world to me. PS Nope, its not for my ex that I wrote this. the first two sentances are actually a piece of a poem I'm working on. Posted by thisisme @ 5:48 PM. And thats about it&#...
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The Wicket Weaver: December 2006
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Let me weave a welcome strand Into your weary, wind-swept, sleep. Friday, December 29, 2006. So I was trying out for the whole "Calvin Klien" effect. what do you think? I look drunk hahaha! Posted by thisisme @ 1:08 AM. Monday, December 25, 2006. I heard a song sung long ago. When stars were set in virgin snow,. And the bells that hung high above. Were still ringing;. But Christmas came and went away,. When Santa’s Elves came out to play. Their fiddle tunes and dancing feet. Or Venus harp upon the heart.
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The Wicket Weaver: January 2007
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Let me weave a welcome strand Into your weary, wind-swept, sleep. Wednesday, January 31, 2007. So I've been thinking a bit (a dangerous pastime, I know) that whacky old kook really IS Belle's father. but thats not what this is about. And yeah, thats about all that could ever matter to me. Posted by thisisme @ 8:26 PM. Tuesday, January 23, 2007. I love experimenting with food though, kind of a hobby of mine. You name it and me and Mikey have probably made it or will make it in the near future: fried c...
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The Wicket Weaver: April 2007
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Let me weave a welcome strand Into your weary, wind-swept, sleep. Saturday, April 28, 2007. In music, this weeks runner is Marie Goode and her song "Fighting the Rain" (which you can find here: http:/ nathanknight.com/audio/Fighting%20The%20Rain.mp3. Its slower then what I usually enjoy but still, listen to it or I will use your soul as string to sew back the right eye of Mr. Friendly. (Mwahahaha feel the wrath of KAHN! Posted by thisisme @ 11:28 PM. Tuesday, April 24, 2007. My already frozen doorway,.
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The Wicket Weaver: July 2007
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Let me weave a welcome strand Into your weary, wind-swept, sleep. Monday, July 30, 2007. I posted a new poem on my writing blog, classical pastoral. Would put it here but its a tad long so yeah, here's the link if you wanna see it: http:/ drepoetry.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-town-where-i-was-born.html. Please feel free to comment. Posted by thisisme @ 2:42 PM. Monday, July 23, 2007. Why do they cast him out from church because of his refusal to wear a tie? Posted by thisisme @ 9:39 AM. I understand what...
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The Wicket Weaver: May 2007
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Let me weave a welcome strand Into your weary, wind-swept, sleep. Monday, May 28, 2007. Still working on it, what do you think? My blank verse has been sloppy lately. The nights of mist bite coldly through. The tattered shawls around her form,. While flakes of snow fall soft to greet. The shivering shadows of her tears. An overpass does not shelter,. Nor does the lintel of a door;. Only thoughts of lost innocence. When she was young, with braided hair. The child clings unto the teat. Just today me and my...
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The Wicket Weaver: November 2006
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Let me weave a welcome strand Into your weary, wind-swept, sleep. Thursday, November 23, 2006. The Experience of Existence. A short piece from a collection of arguments I am currently writing and will finish sometime when I'm old. Its not the best one of the lot. but I like it nontheless. The Experience of Existence. Please sir, stay, let me explain myself more fully. How is it so? Does the fire really burn? Until one touches the flame he will never really know, will he? He will begin to experience every...
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The Wicket Weaver: March 2007
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Let me weave a welcome strand Into your weary, wind-swept, sleep. Tuesday, March 27, 2007. Yes, so I'm here. again. It hasn't been that long since I was up north for awhile and, surprisingly, alot has changed here. Last time I was up here was. late July last year? Yes, in case I didn't tell you, I'm moving from where I live (commonly known as "Texas, bowels of the whore") and going to Europe! Where in Europe I'm not certain of yet but if it all works out it'll be to an FD home in Bosnia. Yey! I haven't f...
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The Wicket Weaver: June 2007
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Let me weave a welcome strand Into your weary, wind-swept, sleep. Saturday, June 30, 2007. Greetings humans from the far-off city of Cluj; it’s a place of narrow streets and ancient buildings, a place where stray dogs and Gypsies walk freely along the streets and students sit for endless hours in beautiful parks. A place where nearly everybody speaks English (scored big on that one huh? But first let me tell you about the trip, it was an adventure and a half to put it modestly. Wednesday, June 27, 2007.
