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Monday
was
a
day
that began with a text message
that I wrote the night before.


Ronan and Thom
are back from Birmingham and Liverpool.
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It is time (again) that I accounced that I am bad. Thick is precisely the word for me, because I sometimes think that I'm rather clever too.

Throw stones, please.
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If you are truely of Nottingham you don't have an accent. We simply abuse the language and condense it. There are the West-Bridgefordians who speak with a slight "neeearrr" but south of the river is where the Southerners came to live and where they ran the economy from, with the Trent forming a barrier between them and the farmers and miners and tanners in the...
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I'm smoking Lambert and Butler today, because today I don't like myself. Nicotine depresses me. So does the rain. So does my saying "sorry" aloud in the street when I thought of Lauren just now.

Today is like many. I started smoking B&H silver for the same reason but they're too nice now.


Last night was good though, appart from meeting a very pretentious beauty...
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hickuphelpline:
That's crap isn't it. I'm going to go and tidy my room. Things are rotting in there.
lulasunday:
my goodness...

so after all that, no poems?

c'mon man, let me in! wink
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Guys, I'm going to fly. . . .right over the ocean to where that big lot of you are. I don't know when. I'm already promised a flight to NYC but I don't think that it will be a welcoming place.
I really do need a holiday. Even without the free plain tickets, getting anywhere shouldn't be a problem; I have a lot of close...
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hickuphelpline:
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hickuphelpline:


whatever

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I hate to break it to you

but i'm a dangerous mess

and that's why I don't break it to you

because i'm not nice all of the time;

I spend long minutes thinking

what I am doing
what if it will hurt somebody

but I really don't know

and some people are hurt just by what I can do and what I am

but...
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hickuphelpline:
I really liked Siv's set today.
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I think that there might be problem with my billing this month....
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NOTHIN' TO SAY
NOTHIN' TO DO

SINGING AWAY
TO AN OLD FAVOURITE TUNE

CUT ME IN HALF
SELL ME TO A ZOO

I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
EVEN THOUGH I HURT YOU


Bless my pudding;
it's just getting hot.
My head is permissive,

I am soft spoken and unhealthy,
my mum is a doctor and my dad is dead of cancer. Mum and me...
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hickuphelpline:
I got there, and I was I always going to be knackard, and Nieghbours is on. I can't spell nightbours right now. It's 3:42am here. There was always that question: "does your dyslexia prevent you from using words that you cannot spell?". I found. They taylor make the tests. Fuckers.
Nieghbers is great. "Twice a day". Quite.

Quiet.
It isn't her turn.

It's Dj's, only, I am too tired and too stoned and I got there at 17:35, that's when the show starts. I ate a bowl of Fruite and Fiber with semi skinned milk and blew my nose a few times before I left because, I'd gone solely for the purpose of giving her bus fare to see her boyfriend who I am sure has been skanking her, but she, (Djezz) skanked HER with him, and Dj was going to West Bridgeford to make up with Jed right then. I told her to be less evasive and I don't like the way she involved me.


I walked straight back again. I wanted to write about how I got to Djezzica's house but I was stiff and hungry so I sat at the PC for a while. Until Grannie, Marion and my mum arrive home. Waiting for dinner gives me appertite for sandblasting so I decide, again, to go out into the night. My dinner in the front room with one of the cats is hecktic, tasted by Rocky and unfinished.

I was never convinced that the story about Sam and (this guy called lowis, or something) was actually true and I heard tonight that it was just a crack addict who coerced them down an alley way. Dicks.

Before I left for Djezzica's I was a) frantically looking for a warm coat, b) deciding on a mode of transport and, of course c) which is considering whether or not to bottle out.

The bus fare tows me there completely, through a spliff without music; no proper lighter just pieces of matchbox and scattered matches; "Not my bike, it's too tough, and don't take the phone"; finding my wallet and keys. [There is at least 1 other bus route. The Fourty, and it runs behind my back hedge.

I'd planned a brilliant entry, stumbled out into the now so attenuated highstreet, and loped all the way there, anenuator, not a traffic sympathiser but pelican crossing activist. Probably in recompence, as is my habit.


I drank the Irish whiskey with some bloods. Type-o. I don't know what got Ronan and the gang (Ha Ha. Zetia Familia) so up up and important. Kader was vexed. Guy was late, easy going. Last night I mean. Joe and Laur H., Tom and Teeq are less concerned with the zeightgiest or whatever, and they're watch is a fast one. With Ronan now in Birmingham looking for work as a TVcameraperson, these bloods are sweet.




Grrrr
xoxox

goodnight.x
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Talk of the war gives me a pain behind the eyes.


Lauren has been in contact from the hospital with a little news and a lot of heart. Every cryptic word and god-damned poetic exchange is a reminder that Love was the most destructive thing that I ever tried. I feel stalked right now by it even after trying to give it the slip for...
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erin:
I am too a.d.d. to read the advice you gave in my journal but I was wondering if you actually are a hiccup helpline because I get them all the time and I have nowhere to turn for assistance.

Please help me!
fringes:
Being an 'innocent victim' of war can take the gleam from ones eyes. Its called DEATH. [ Apathy for some, Empathy for those that CARE! ] A lot of idle chit chat on the SG site has the effect of turning my mind to >MUSH<! [But there are exceptions!] I can roar with laughter [Sicily / Benni]or cry out of concern [Tegan]! Yours can be mysterious! smile

[Edited on Sep 30, 2004 3:01AM]
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She likes the taste of my blood on her claws.
When I'm not looking, a private cat will rinse her teeth
in a savoury disolve.

Don't turn your back on me
and don't lick your lips when
I show you the cut.
It's only been recently
that you have tried to
sleep on the retractable keyboard rest.
It is nice
when you stand in front...
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anonymouse:
The eighties as a decade is always a plural and never a possessive FOR THE MOST PART. There was a series on VH1 called "I Love the '80s." In TV Guide, they printed it correctly; however, many of the graphics in the program wrote it as "80's." That's incorrect, and I see it A LOT. Especially since I'm interning as an assistant copy editor at a multiconglomerate entertaintment corporation.

If you want to say that the eighties had a colossol hairspray market, you may say, "The '80's hairspray market was colossol." Most style guides, however, will tell you the write it out as eighties' because the numerical form looks awkward. In fact, most style guides (including the Chicago Manual for journalism, the MLA, et cetera) will mark '80's as wrong but eighties' as right. It's weird, but grammar rules are often picky and weird.

I suggest you pick up this book. It's very useful. Also, go check out this article. And it is not "colosal." It's "colossal."

Although, now that I look at your profile, you are not American. So a style guide based on American modern usage won't be of much use to you. There are many Oxford guides to English usage that you might find helpful.
pumpkineater:
are you a schizophrenic? and i mean that in the nicest way. heh. all your name changes are hard to follow - i feel like i have friends i never even knew i had!

i do like your poem.
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I have two chief afflictions. The first and most long suffering are my eyes, which often refuse to cooperate. I don't have a 'lazy eye' as such but I can look in two directions at once, even watch something with one eye and track another object with the other. I can do that with both eyes. Personally, I quite enjoy practicing this but I'm sure...
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hickuphelpline:
I can't believe the fucking curtains in the pub we had our bestest gig at. The photo isn't from that day. I was wearing jeans; I wouldn't have been rapping in that suit... surreal eeek tongue
CHICken skills. Danny G what happend to you you are insane?
======e-=l. the possitbly oif leaving in three days is po---b=============ry honoured to be invited into the writers------------------ have been suckered into this massive SG cli++++'m jus++++++++_____________hard enough to fit in but _______--se you make it so. And is it not just bla==============alism, an on the wicked side at that.
kungfuvoodoo:
Yeah...Wolf Pirate *mullet* Richie...(with love?)...

Kinda like The Dread Pirate Roberts but with more flair! wink
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Once again, I'm in trouble with my only friend
She is papering the window panes
She is putting on a smile
Living in a glass house

Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens
Think of all the starving millions
Don't talk politics and don't throw stones
Your royal highnesses

Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat
Well of course I'd...
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hickuphelpline:
What happend to Nala? Is she an Ex - suicidegirl?
pumpkineater:
are you talking to yourself?