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on this day of midway
fulcrum between kalends and ides
i wake to find a seashell far from its shore
balanced by a spice unknown to its source

7 Mar 06

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i must change my life: i must change my underwear: i must stop reading poetry

 — unknown

it's unnaturally grey in england on tuesdays.
we all need to wake to find a blade of grass or a seashell
living in a country like this.

i shall find long grass to walk in today.
 — kaleidazcope

thanks for the gift kal. was loverly to receive yesterday.
 — hank

i don't like to think of you sad. and missing the sea.

 — unknown

well just stick with drunk and poor .
 — sir_I_clan

it's unnaturally grey in england on tuesdays.
opressive. ****

like that's an exception

 — unknown

the use of unnaturally before grey supposes it is always grey.
but on tuesdays it is unnaturally so.
i have some reading lessons you can borrow if you like
i suggest starting with &!^
it's 'specially for flotsum with fat eyes and fatter brains.

yes mister i clan i'll stick with that too and the colour green.
 — kaleidazcope



wachew rumpling on bout?

hey mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

what the hell?

don't forget your pee's

 — unknown

Comes across a delicate portal, a gem
of ancestral beauty. great job gringo.  

 — unknown

stargate rocks.
 — unknown

Although it makes sense, re-work line 4.
 — mouse

nice and sedated
 — unknown