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Thursday, February 04, 2016
Ventured to the west and returned by way of the south
Ventured to the west and returned by way of the south,
Damaged the axle of the wagon and she parted with the fight half started,
I called back and sent my echo bouncing off the canyon walls,
Eggnog on Tuesday without the wafers please,
So she came and delivered that fateful morn,
When I thought I woke with a yawn,
Don’t ask me why young inquisitive fawn,
She led me to the gilded palace of early dawn,
Where the range is home and we ride the slipstream in moonlight.
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Ten tonnes of crystal meth,
I couldn’t watch breaking bad because the nylon was too strong,
Instant sweat and bo
Like having a picnic on astroturf
So I got stuck in to game of thrones
Ee by gum,
Northern leather clad heroes smashing
Horrible roman perverts
Sweaty, yes, but smelly no.
All the grit and grime on screen did not have a whiff of stinky feet.
Same with Hobbit and Lord of the Rings.
No Odour. Pure clean mossy bank waterfall.
No noxious armpit stench.
But Break Bad, man that hummed. Turn it off I can’t take the smell.
Dead bodies, chemical labs, tension, surburban living rooms.
So I guess I’m a sucker for sweet smelling grime.
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these are just some unfinished trial lines for when I was doing the
thing inspired by Video Games by Lana Del Rey
Running up the snowflake
Method acting cop show
Putting down the dog bowl
Teacher’s name is Vishnu
Friends in Modadishu
Playing hideous games
Kids in little cages
Being killed by sages
He loves me not
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This day of fire and woody growth
The birds are woken, the bulbs do stir
I dreamt of clouds all tinged with rainbow
I saw great whales on beaches tremble
Fierce storms of sun fire pulsed through space
And shook our earth’s magnetic cloak
The poles did dance and left their homes
They shifted hearts and minds unwell
Confused the course of mighty mammals
Boats did sink and bodies swelled
Some pink faced men did shout in shame
Blamed others for themselves to gain
Yet beyond this fight for oil and god
The sun fires flares as if to say
I’ve all the energy you need right here
I am your creator let’s make that clear
Many of us feel deep inside
The power of the moon and tide
Yet the ball of fire we know so well
We miss what it is trying to tell
And as I awoke on Imbolc morn
This message in my mind was born
I’ll write it down and read it out
And share it with a friendly crowd.
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Heaven knows I’m chip shovelling now.
Dream on stiff granny chops!
Lanky William and his dandruff dandelion gerbil.
Gladys said never and I thought she meant harlequin baby.
Murmuring bushbabies in the dark night air terrified by Art Garfunkel’s vampire grimace.
Tether the hedgehog to the mainframe and sharpen your lawnmower blade.
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