May 2013
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May 21st
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May 21st
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So, Yahoo! have bought Tumblr.
I stopped using Flickr, mostly because Yahoo’s sign-in is fucking atrocious, and their branding and advertising is just ridiculous.  Tumblr is bad enough.  Yahoo!’s acquisition will drive it into the ground.   It’s gonna be horrible.  
May 20th
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The Definition of a Good Wife
One who will wear a yellow jump suit whilst I wear a box on my back and we can pretend I’m Michaelangelo and I’m falling in love with April O’Neil and we have ourselves some interspecies erotica. 
May 20th
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I WANT TO TOUCH A MONKEY
May 18th
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Anonymous asked: Too bad you're already married.
May 18th
Anonymous asked: You are disturbed but sexy.
May 18th
Anonymous asked: You're creepy and have a food filled beard.
May 18th
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The Bitter Sound
I’ve been writing.  And recording.  There’s an absolute rotter, Davian Dent, bit of a prick, but he makes quite a good Dark Comedy / random chat Podcast thing.  I recorded some little pieces for the latest episode, plus a poem about The Black Dog, which I wrote and recorded for this.  It’s creepy and dark and weird and funny.  There is also (at the end), the DIRTY STORY that I...
May 18th
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Anonymous asked: Hello, you're lovely...
May 17th
HELLO N.
I see you’re still visiting my blog.  I hope you like it.  :)   It is a little weird and creepy.  But, feel free to dig through my pages.   Nothing to see here that would interest you, I’m afraid.  
May 14th
Continual Bullshit
And I’m not dealing with it very well.  Not great at this ‘coping’ thing, stuff comes at the wrong time, things come across wrong and everything gets blown out of all proportion on all sides.  I’m all dazed.  Life, man.  What a day, if you can look it in the face and hold your vomit. 
May 13th
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May 12th
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Broken or ignored, whichever, frustrate widdershins, it’s stupid o’clock  eyes droop self-punch awake Star shine through blue,  peeps through crack in curtain Looks like the former The birds, they sing their song so fucking happy to be birds Nut ache Laying Killing time But when brain slows down and muscles relax and deep breathing begins I worry I’ll miss a conversation constant battle constant...
May 11th
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May 9th
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May 8th
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May 8th
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May 8th
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May 7th
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May 7th
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Anonymous asked: Egotistical, slap-headed, fat, lazy, geek-boy fuck of a prick... but that's enough about me. How would you describe yourself?
May 7th
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May 7th
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I never wondered like I wonder now How to explain magnificence I’ve never been one to be lost for words But trying to explain hair just can’t be done I can speak on flow, and wild and lion on reds and autumn joy but full disclosure can never be reached on just how there are a thousand explosions in my veins.
May 7th
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Hey up, cocker, A Warm, Northern Greeting,  a pause appreciate the intake of breath a moment time stands still and worlds collide while stardust swirls, my hands are tied My tongue is worn, but never too worn for you,  drop the pitch, slow the breath And hear the gasp as you listen intently scared of spilling a drop. Ba-naugh-nah. Sneeze explode, nothing more than the expulsion of air, but...
May 7th
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May 6th
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“Some days, I listen to that clock ticking in the hallway. Then I think of all...”
– Khaled Hosseini (via blueskiesfluffywhiteclouds)
May 6th
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May 5th
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May 5th
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Sexy Story
I walked into the room and there she was, laying on the threadbare mattress, idly picking at a scab on her knee.  I stood there, my lank brown hair blowing in the cool London air from the high street through the open window.  The smell of kebabs and chips filled the air.  I scratched my bellybutton, idly, and smelled the end of my finger.  It was pleasing to my nose, even though I knew it was...
May 5th
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ListenI loved you FIRST.
May 5th
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