markbousfield

Wicked man. Where can a Canadian catch it?

right, I may be in london on the 5th which, I have been informed, is one of the nights that your play is on...what do I do and where do I go? x

Allusive Maybe too much. Feels like something that's had bits cut out to make it fit into something. Needs to be more drawn out, for me, more specific. But that's maybe not the point of it, yes?

worst. comedown. ever. my perception of colour is noticably diminished. i shit you not.

Thank you
P.S. Happy Easter in Norwegian is God Pske.

Happy Easter!

Thanks for reading all that, and I'm glad you took something from it.

Sorry to hear you're not at your best. I'm sure you'll recover soon enough, though - only a matter of time

in a hula hoop of joy. Man you've got some fun phrases up your sleeve.

man, i LOVE 'Ambulance Blues'! i'm gonna listen to it now now now

that looks really interesting. what theatre is it being performed at?

Sounds perfectly mahvelous dahling!

Blind kids playing football with a giant yellow ball with a bell inside? Damn, that's what I call sport! I would've enjoyed games in high school if they'd included that

I read your words 'my Leo ego took over' as 'my Lego took over'. Scary toy revolt images filled my head

sounds like a plan. I just like the black widow's views on sex...that an the amazon tradition where a girl can not get married until after her first kill. Yes my dad brought me up this way, I'm sure he's proud in his own special way :s

which story was it where the man was paralysed and lived in a canoe in his living room, I distinctly remember one of your stories about this.

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I'm sure you could always have a canoe themed epilogue :s where the hell did that idea come from then? argh....the ginger demons are surrounding whats left of my tender sanity!!!

erm, I believe that the sequence would be kill, mate, feast. the kill is not the mate. One finds the mate after a successful kill (all in the spirit of drink,smoke, fight, fuck ), mates and then devours them. I'm sure this could be twisted into an orgy if many of the adolescents killed at the same time (war of the sexes? would the men then indulge in a little necrophilia to celebrate if they killed?) I like to think that there would be a huge orgy followed by a feast, lots of postcoital jugular taring, that kind of thing

night night! hehehe


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hmm... all the bands with which i am acquainted are Oxford-based, but they play all over the country. what style are you after? they're all rock/punk/stoner/whatever; go here to my band's page and browse our top friends if you're interested...

i just noticed you're in the Radiohead Junkies group. did i ever tell you about the time i threw a cheeseburger at Thom Yorke's house and shouted "CREEP!"?

I love this.

I`d point out that you linger on before and after, not on the kiss itself, like it wasn`t really important. Its an intresting thought and another reason you should read the Island. If Brave New World is a negative Utopia, then Island is the opposite.

I find Vasilisa's comments fascinating because to her it seems as if the kiss may not have happened. To me it certainly did. It was the fleetingness of it that made it special. Always the struggle to capture those favorite moments of physical intimacy. I love the circularity of the second last stanza and how in the end the lost memory is sacrificed with the understanding that it will return on its own. By far this is one of the best poem's I've seen in this group.

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Lovely poem - silk and steel-esque.

Thanks for the testiclemonial! Hmm, let me see, what shall I say about you.....