Z
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morgannahh:
sounds divine....
highresolution:
shorty,
all is finally arranged.
i shall arrive 12:55pm friday, and check into the prince hotel in st kilda for friday and saturday nights.
they have pretty rooms.
i'll be leaving on sunday at around 3pm.
i'm scared shitless.
but also very deludedly excited.
you take care boy.
talk to you soon.
- pippa.
[Edited on Aug 01, 2005 12:45PM]
all is finally arranged.
i shall arrive 12:55pm friday, and check into the prince hotel in st kilda for friday and saturday nights.
they have pretty rooms.
i'll be leaving on sunday at around 3pm.
i'm scared shitless.
but also very deludedly excited.
you take care boy.
talk to you soon.
- pippa.
[Edited on Aug 01, 2005 12:45PM]
added new words in 'poetry' pics folder.
it's a nursery rhyme
- for the insane.
i need to stop dreaming.
Z out.
it's a nursery rhyme
- for the insane.
i need to stop dreaming.
Z out.
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highresolution:
wait.
please.
please.
highresolution:
right.
rather amusing. but this chat works.
and there's no one in there.
which isn't surprising.
dont...ask.
it's the only working chat room i could find.
http://www.keithurbanfans.com/cgi-bin/gtchat/chat.pl
see you soon.
xox.
rather amusing. but this chat works.
and there's no one in there.
which isn't surprising.
dont...ask.
it's the only working chat room i could find.
http://www.keithurbanfans.com/cgi-bin/gtchat/chat.pl
see you soon.
xox.
added new poem in 'poetry' pics folder.
it's a nursery rhyme
- for the insane.
i need to stop dreaming.
Z out.
it's a nursery rhyme
- for the insane.
i need to stop dreaming.
Z out.
artpunk:
poerty draft
Z
highresolution:
ah ha.
nevermind. i didn't turn up either.
i just got an internet connection today.
wish i could have though.
i'm higher than you shorty.
talk to you...soon?
tuesday no can do due to acting.
wednesday?
can't really type properly.
so i'll go.
take care.
as always.
[Edited on Jul 25, 2005 10:18PM]
nevermind. i didn't turn up either.
i just got an internet connection today.
wish i could have though.
i'm higher than you shorty.
talk to you...soon?
tuesday no can do due to acting.
wednesday?
can't really type properly.
so i'll go.
take care.
as always.
[Edited on Jul 25, 2005 10:18PM]
paris.
has stolen part of my heart.
or have i merely given that small part of it freely?
this city is divine.
Z out.
has stolen part of my heart.
or have i merely given that small part of it freely?
this city is divine.
Z out.
highresolution:
i envy paris.
for she has you.
perhaps one day we shall walk her streets together, and i will reclaim that part of you.
alexander.
my lucid dream.
i'm tired of words.
so i shall climb a tree once again, and loose myself amongst pirates and zombies, chain smoking whilst in the company of nobody.
and the moon shall hang, illuminated dreaming.
take care.
as always.
for she has you.
perhaps one day we shall walk her streets together, and i will reclaim that part of you.
alexander.
my lucid dream.
i'm tired of words.
so i shall climb a tree once again, and loose myself amongst pirates and zombies, chain smoking whilst in the company of nobody.
and the moon shall hang, illuminated dreaming.
take care.
as always.
highresolution:
yes. see you then.
I am an Australian born son of English parents, in the midst of my first visit to my parents birthplace and I have been travelling from family homes to castle keeps and back again and I have been having an eclectically great time.
I had just stepped through the South Transept and main entrance of York Minster Cathedral and I was in awe of the...
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I had just stepped through the South Transept and main entrance of York Minster Cathedral and I was in awe of the...
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anx:
I left York Minster resolute that I will never shy from my own beliefs again, I will not back down on my notions on refugees, on globalisation, on free-trade or on world debt. I will not let racists speak their mind without letting me speak mine, I will not allow homophobics to comment without rebuke and I will not let terrorists or governments or religions take away my own faith.
Don't for one second shy away from your beliefs again Mr z. Thee world needs more precious ones like you to give them a better direction.
Come home safe
Don't for one second shy away from your beliefs again Mr z. Thee world needs more precious ones like you to give them a better direction.
Come home safe
highresolution:
I was sitting at a bar, surrounded my noise and confusion watching the beginnings of the drama unfold. My first initial thought was of you dear boy, all over there across the seas. But then, my rational mind deducted that in all probability, you would be flat on your back nursing a seemingly ever constant hangover. And if that was not the case, then my minds eye envisioned you stalking within the morning shadows, mind turned inwards, words taking their new awakened state unsteadily across a page.
None the less, there was still fear you averted from routine behaviour (such the nature of tourists) and somehow, frighteningly got mixed up within that hell.
And now, I am greatly relieved that this morning found you safe and well my wandering pirate.
Keep your beliefs, your convictions, your opinions. For a human with opinions, is a human who watches, and a human that watches is one with their eyes open, and when you have your eyes open, you can see truth when she unveils herself.
your passions emanate from the words.
Churches are strange places. But pure. For those that built them hundreds, thousands of years ago knew, and understood that the purity of the foundations of that refuge were paramount. Every brick they shaped and fitted, every carving, moulding, pillar is erected with the conviction that something beautiful was still theirs. If you feel, then you can sense the hope, the awe, the reverance, the goodness of thoughts that seeped their way into the bricks.
We leave our guilts, our pain, our confessions behind, knowing they never won. For what was built into those walls will always overcome what unfolds within them.
I wrote a childrens story about a fearsome pirate, a fair young maiden and messages in bottles that travelled the seas and brought them together.
I told it to a little boy, and at the end he looked up at me and asked me;
"Pippar, Why was the pirate man sad?"
I still don't know.
[Edited on Jul 08, 2005 8:34PM]
None the less, there was still fear you averted from routine behaviour (such the nature of tourists) and somehow, frighteningly got mixed up within that hell.
And now, I am greatly relieved that this morning found you safe and well my wandering pirate.
Keep your beliefs, your convictions, your opinions. For a human with opinions, is a human who watches, and a human that watches is one with their eyes open, and when you have your eyes open, you can see truth when she unveils herself.
your passions emanate from the words.
Churches are strange places. But pure. For those that built them hundreds, thousands of years ago knew, and understood that the purity of the foundations of that refuge were paramount. Every brick they shaped and fitted, every carving, moulding, pillar is erected with the conviction that something beautiful was still theirs. If you feel, then you can sense the hope, the awe, the reverance, the goodness of thoughts that seeped their way into the bricks.
We leave our guilts, our pain, our confessions behind, knowing they never won. For what was built into those walls will always overcome what unfolds within them.
I wrote a childrens story about a fearsome pirate, a fair young maiden and messages in bottles that travelled the seas and brought them together.
I told it to a little boy, and at the end he looked up at me and asked me;
"Pippar, Why was the pirate man sad?"
I still don't know.
[Edited on Jul 08, 2005 8:34PM]
Z
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highresolution:
miss you shorty.
anx:
ahem.
so i depart for the UK tonight.
preparations for my leaving have been made and i am in the required fucked up and hungover state that is always neccesary.
i met some crazy people last night;
stokes, the young kid in town, the big smoke for a girl and a fight.
miss t, the respectable and beautiful woman whose interests should definately not lie anywhere...
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preparations for my leaving have been made and i am in the required fucked up and hungover state that is always neccesary.
i met some crazy people last night;
stokes, the young kid in town, the big smoke for a girl and a fight.
miss t, the respectable and beautiful woman whose interests should definately not lie anywhere...
Read More
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highresolution:
i miss you.
you've been in my thoughts too often.
i had a strange spiritual trip/experience on saturday night.
you where there.
it made me happy.
you've been in my thoughts too often.
i had a strange spiritual trip/experience on saturday night.
you where there.
it made me happy.
highresolution:
my king,
did you know i called you that?
the night i talked to the gods.
you were my king alexander.
they showed me you.
me engrossed in my champagne lucid dreaming overshadowed by caberet and dimly lit lighting.
breaks into the lightning and rain and my thoughts were solely focused on you.
wide open smiles and feminine movements.
they watched me.
and wondered what i was thinking about.
and i was thinking of you.
fast paced movements in the rain.
for some strange intuitive worry overcame me.
stay safe for me.
please take care.
i do worry so.
especially now.
and now.
in my deluded dreaming.
the words keep falling away.
and so.
over minutes
i just purely stare.
for it seems like there is not enough time to devour you.
i wished to tell you.
about saturday night.
from eleven pm to the early hours.
where they took my mind and showed me things.
i asked about you.
and they showed me you.
they showed me a infinite familiar past.
and for as long as i can remember.
i felt secure.
perhaps these words are to heavy.
i do not know.
and frankly, i do not care.
i give you freedom alexander.
to run.
fate played with my sanity.
and for once, i prefer to dismiss my rational mind to play with insanity.
for it is a far more beautiful world.
i was in the cab tonight.
and i was planning on writing you another letter. and scanning it. and posting it.
so you can see the deliberate slow way your name is formed.
and the rushed chaotic script you create.
i wanted you to see the way i write.
how when i write to you the words curl and link and flow.
and how different to the staccato masculine strokes of my daily handwriting differ to that.
god i worry now.
stupidly.
and furiously.
and selfishly.
please take care.
i've never seen you but i've seen.
i've never heard you but i've heard.
i've never felt you but i feel you.
you dont realise how unkowingly i worried this evening.
and now coming on here.
and seeing your hurt.
worries me.
bothers me.
and while i smile in sadistic amuesment at your potential pirate grin.
i dont know alexander.
i just want to talk to you and i can't.
i want to touch you and i cant.
i will.
but not now.
this insanity torments.
and please know.
no man ever glimpses what could be unveiled.
i fuck them to emphasize the borders, distinctions, opposites in my mind.
i'm stupidly vunerable.
my intelligence has betrayed me.
please, please, please take care.
enjoy yourself.
but look after that beautiful mind.
so my king.
enjoy england.
enjoy europe.
enjoy your wide and intoxicating muse.
always thinking of you.
and now perhaps,
always feeling you,
your insane queen,
pippa.
p.s
i keep touching the screen.
even though your not behind it.
reassurance.
[Edited on Jun 15, 2005 11:10PM]
did you know i called you that?
the night i talked to the gods.
you were my king alexander.
they showed me you.
me engrossed in my champagne lucid dreaming overshadowed by caberet and dimly lit lighting.
breaks into the lightning and rain and my thoughts were solely focused on you.
wide open smiles and feminine movements.
they watched me.
and wondered what i was thinking about.
and i was thinking of you.
fast paced movements in the rain.
for some strange intuitive worry overcame me.
stay safe for me.
please take care.
i do worry so.
especially now.
and now.
in my deluded dreaming.
the words keep falling away.
and so.
over minutes
i just purely stare.
for it seems like there is not enough time to devour you.
i wished to tell you.
about saturday night.
from eleven pm to the early hours.
where they took my mind and showed me things.
i asked about you.
and they showed me you.
they showed me a infinite familiar past.
and for as long as i can remember.
i felt secure.
perhaps these words are to heavy.
i do not know.
and frankly, i do not care.
i give you freedom alexander.
to run.
fate played with my sanity.
and for once, i prefer to dismiss my rational mind to play with insanity.
for it is a far more beautiful world.
i was in the cab tonight.
and i was planning on writing you another letter. and scanning it. and posting it.
so you can see the deliberate slow way your name is formed.
and the rushed chaotic script you create.
i wanted you to see the way i write.
how when i write to you the words curl and link and flow.
and how different to the staccato masculine strokes of my daily handwriting differ to that.
god i worry now.
stupidly.
and furiously.
and selfishly.
please take care.
i've never seen you but i've seen.
i've never heard you but i've heard.
i've never felt you but i feel you.
you dont realise how unkowingly i worried this evening.
and now coming on here.
and seeing your hurt.
worries me.
bothers me.
and while i smile in sadistic amuesment at your potential pirate grin.
i dont know alexander.
i just want to talk to you and i can't.
i want to touch you and i cant.
i will.
but not now.
this insanity torments.
and please know.
no man ever glimpses what could be unveiled.
i fuck them to emphasize the borders, distinctions, opposites in my mind.
i'm stupidly vunerable.
my intelligence has betrayed me.
please, please, please take care.
enjoy yourself.
but look after that beautiful mind.
so my king.
enjoy england.
enjoy europe.
enjoy your wide and intoxicating muse.
always thinking of you.
and now perhaps,
always feeling you,
your insane queen,
pippa.
p.s
i keep touching the screen.
even though your not behind it.
reassurance.
[Edited on Jun 15, 2005 11:10PM]
Ah zombies, zombies everywhere.
1.Explosions and fire.
When faced with large groups of zombies find all flammable items and fuel and any ignition devices. Chemistry will do the rest. Do this systematically and periodically and actually make an attempt to exterminate zombies from your surrounding area.
Remember many things are flammable; including human flesh.
2. Weapons.
When preparing to attack zombies, blunt and edged hand...
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1.Explosions and fire.
When faced with large groups of zombies find all flammable items and fuel and any ignition devices. Chemistry will do the rest. Do this systematically and periodically and actually make an attempt to exterminate zombies from your surrounding area.
Remember many things are flammable; including human flesh.
2. Weapons.
When preparing to attack zombies, blunt and edged hand...
Read More
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fanny:
hey you arrive all kinds of soon
how long you gonna be in london for?
how long you gonna be in london for?
fanny:
yeah - let's get all kinds of boozy when you hit town 
Fenrir
Behind the thinnest vein
at the edges shadow,
the wolf in your heart
paces.
The wolf is hunting.
Under the strongest fist
at the line of sanity,
the wolf in your heart
growls.
The wolf is hunting.
The wolf is hunting.
Above the highest hope
at the brink of faith,
the wolf in your heart
sings.
The wolf is hunting.
The wolf is hunting...
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Behind the thinnest vein
at the edges shadow,
the wolf in your heart
paces.
The wolf is hunting.
Under the strongest fist
at the line of sanity,
the wolf in your heart
growls.
The wolf is hunting.
The wolf is hunting.
Above the highest hope
at the brink of faith,
the wolf in your heart
sings.
The wolf is hunting.
The wolf is hunting...
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highresolution:
fell asleep thinking of you.
woke up thinking of you.
looked at the moon just before and thought of you.
12:30 my time is excellent.
take care as always.
its always a pleasure to dance for you
woke up thinking of you.
looked at the moon just before and thought of you.
12:30 my time is excellent.
take care as always.
its always a pleasure to dance for you
i was reading your entries and its really cool that you get to meet antidote.
i just met someone that lives 700 miles away from me. he lives in georgia, i live in il. it was so fantastic. so dont be nervous! im sure everything will run smoothly.
hope you have a good time!
-ashley
Career wise - who knows. I'd love to find fulfillment in some sort of artistic/design endevour, I dont really have a set path. Life is so unpredictable I find I've never been able to guess where I'll be at in 12 months time.
What do you want out of life?