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Friday, March 14, 2008  

bed bed
I love you my sweet bunnybear honeypot
you are my world in a person
Every minute I wish I was with you! I feeel soooooo alone when your over there
you are so beautiful, I adore you!!! I long for you and everything that you are
please love me forever and ever and ever and never hurt me
and I'm so proud of you for not drinking tonight
so so proud
I want to feel your touch
I am aching for your touch, aching so much, I want to hold you close

posted by Scout | 7:51 PM
 

liek the robhert wyatt song i used to always get stuck in my head once a load had been lifted
fluom
yeah i can actually concentrate now
yahoo
"at last - i am free - i can hardly - see in front of me - i can hardly - se in front - of - me"

posted by Scout | 1:23 AM


Thursday, March 13, 2008  

the boat rose up one day to examine its underbelly, gazing for a navel.
it found the rudder.

with a barnacle saw, it cut off the rudder, let the violent shreds drift off, and settled again on the water.

now he would just spin like a compass needle.
and sometimes not like a compass needle. sometimes just moving.
or not moving, sometimes.

posted by Scout | 11:59 AM


Wednesday, March 12, 2008  

I hear you sing and i think
god I'm so lucky
and I sit back and listen to you when you are in the bath
yahoo
!
im the lcky one
BP
I beg to differ
yahoo
lol
ok we both lucky
2 coins in a fountain
thats us
and one landed clinking on the other

posted by Scout | 4:40 PM
 

i made up a little song about u this arvo
brb
BP:
yeah
I cant wait to hear it my dear
do you accompany it on piano or violin
or is it just you lovely lovely voice that makes me feel so lucky
and everytime I hear you sing I am reminded of how much a beautiful person you are

[sic]

posted by Scout | 4:39 PM
 

i can feel the thought in me, crouching low, sullen
like a roach under a glass

i can feel the thought within me, tapping its feelers round the sides of its prison, feeling for a way out. But there's no way out of the brain. Not even talk. Words only describe the malady of thought. They don't cough it up like bad bacteria.

There's no way out, not even trephineering.

posted by Scout | 12:58 AM


Monday, March 10, 2008  

I had a lovely dream about this amazing animal enclosure that was only about the size of a large two-story rabbit hutch/aviary, with an L-bend, mounted on stilts, and they had contrived to make it so that every kind of animal (bird, mammal, fish) could live in there - and pass by each other throgh a system of openings, hidden floors, etc, so that it looked like they were all moving freely by each other, and it was such an explosion of colour in there, i was looking at little fish and suddenly i saw a parrot behind them, and i realised there was a palce for birds to dive and wash (i know parrots dont dive but they did in this dream) and then one minute your view through the glass bit would fill up with fish then the shaol would subside and you'd see a water rat swimming, then you could go look back to the dry level on top left where the little shrew and hamsters and sleeping guinea pigs were and everything, and it was in a garden that was full of pigs, and one of the pigs was pale pink and he let me hug him and turn him belly up and hug around his tummy. it was so beautiful but hard to describe!

posted by Scout | 4:05 AM


Sunday, March 09, 2008  

I TRIED TO PUSH MY FINGERS INTO LOVE'S PURSED MOUTH
SHE DIDN'T WANT ME TO SEE HOW OLD SHE WAS

posted by Scout | 9:42 AM
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