Spine...
Untitled, BD 2007
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30 September 2007
26 September 2007
25 September 2007
Cut The Fever...
Bones, supporting the stretched out flesh covering surrounding my beating heart, counting down from one over and over when there can't be anymore and there shouldn't be any less...
Don't break your back, if you ever hear this. Well don't answer that... - Coldplay / See You Soon
It's like a long straw replaced the knife.
Don't break your back, if you ever hear this. Well don't answer that... - Coldplay / See You Soon
It's like a long straw replaced the knife.
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24 September 2007
22 September 2007
19 September 2007
When There Is Only One Petal Left...
He / She Loves Me...
So what do we mean by love?
Loving JT lets me see things other people do not see. Beneath the surface, the beaten outer layer to the qualities which makes her my beloved, my special and my beautiful.
Seeing with loving eyes, is to somehow understand without knowing the inner beauty and the feeling of to be loved is to be seen, and known, as we are known to no other.
One who loves us, gives us a gift: a piece of ourselves, but a piece that only they could give us. The one I love, who loves me brought the missing piece...
So what do we mean by love?
Loving JT lets me see things other people do not see. Beneath the surface, the beaten outer layer to the qualities which makes her my beloved, my special and my beautiful.
Seeing with loving eyes, is to somehow understand without knowing the inner beauty and the feeling of to be loved is to be seen, and known, as we are known to no other.
One who loves us, gives us a gift: a piece of ourselves, but a piece that only they could give us. The one I love, who loves me brought the missing piece...
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Look Up Through The Trees To Feel As Small As You Can, Hear The Clocks: Counting Down...
See The Lights, BD 2006 [REVISION]
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17 September 2007
Fortune Cookie...
11 15 20 21 28 39 - You will step on the soil of many countries in your lifetme.
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You're A Woman, I'm Still A Machine...
Dilbert 2007-09-03, Scott AdamsTime, Professionalism, Logic, Incorporation, Organization...
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16 September 2007
In Short...
JT and I today had a list of things to do. It wasn't particularly long or gruelling, but it has become common place for the two of us to fail in completing our plans.
We can get 90% done, or all but one thing, or WalMart has run out of that kind, or Sweetness and Light aren't so Sweet and Light, or we enjoy being tangled up in the bed sheets too much, or as JT says the days need to be eight hours longer. Now I have certainly not suffered this problem before - and JT claims she has not - in the past year we have relaxed our grip on to-do listing our days for the sake of one another, but not we're meant to be getting things done for each other we're finding we need an extra few minutes or the store is closed or JT forgets to get a paper or I am a 'lump in bed'...
We think we should post 3 times a week. So basically, in short keep your eyes peeled as we go into another bout with Blogger commitment.
We can get 90% done, or all but one thing, or WalMart has run out of that kind, or Sweetness and Light aren't so Sweet and Light, or we enjoy being tangled up in the bed sheets too much, or as JT says the days need to be eight hours longer. Now I have certainly not suffered this problem before - and JT claims she has not - in the past year we have relaxed our grip on to-do listing our days for the sake of one another, but not we're meant to be getting things done for each other we're finding we need an extra few minutes or the store is closed or JT forgets to get a paper or I am a 'lump in bed'...
We think we should post 3 times a week. So basically, in short keep your eyes peeled as we go into another bout with Blogger commitment.
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15 September 2007
14 September 2007
Kontrol...
Do we talk a lot or a little? Do we make good use of our communications or not? Should we be trying to develop or should we become stagnant and typically vacant? What works best? The volume in the silence or the deafening pounding potential critic-kall-ity of that heart to heart?
Who should control a relationship, should there be control, what would it look like, when did power-sharing ever work, dictatorship aren't acceptable are they?
What's better: sharp or blunt?
Who should control a relationship, should there be control, what would it look like, when did power-sharing ever work, dictatorship aren't acceptable are they?
What's better: sharp or blunt?
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13 September 2007
Where Is The Big Red 'Do Not Press' Button? No, Not That One...
Half the kids who you grew up with, were pushing prams by the time that they were just sixteen.
If love is a drug then where is the cure?
For the girl who used to talk to you about her dream.
And all the boys with all their toys, couldn't see the signs as we scortched out eyes with nicotine.
And the grown ups said, listen to your heads-
But our hearts were crying out for heroes on T.V. screens.
Now this song is about you.
Now this song is about...
Changes in your mind-
Changes in your life, changes in the times and the reason you can't sleep at night.
And the reason you gave up the fight.
Half the kids that aren't pushing prams are pushing pills to boys and girls that are half their age.
And the pubs and clubs are full of drunks, that dont remember the day the were born or even remember their names.
An old man sings a tune but hes drowned out by a fight next to a fruit machine.
And all of this, our hearts our nation, a total lack of civilization-
Will it ever be the same? - Enemy / This Song
If love is a drug then where is the cure?
For the girl who used to talk to you about her dream.
And all the boys with all their toys, couldn't see the signs as we scortched out eyes with nicotine.
And the grown ups said, listen to your heads-
But our hearts were crying out for heroes on T.V. screens.
Now this song is about you.
Now this song is about...
Changes in your mind-
Changes in your life, changes in the times and the reason you can't sleep at night.
And the reason you gave up the fight.
Half the kids that aren't pushing prams are pushing pills to boys and girls that are half their age.
And the pubs and clubs are full of drunks, that dont remember the day the were born or even remember their names.
An old man sings a tune but hes drowned out by a fight next to a fruit machine.
And all of this, our hearts our nation, a total lack of civilization-
Will it ever be the same? - Enemy / This Song
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07 September 2007
Toll-Booth...
The person you have in mind is lost. That's the picture I'm getting. He believes he is lost in the middle ofan ipenetrable forest. His head is full of trees. Branches he's bumping into. Brambles he's tangled up in. Paths that lead... Animals that jeer at him and run away. Here and there a glimpse of his elusive maiden, wearing a dress of cloth. The sun is sinking. The shadows are darkening.
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