bon-er.

this my make me out to be a bit of a psycho, but Glasto this year now seems a little bit more more appealing...

http://www.myspace.com/bonomustdie

stagnant blogface.

**this post is being powered by a selection of bands which all sing in WELSH and ENGLISH. Good God, i am excited by their vocal variation...the words, the words, THE MIX OF WORDS!!**

ANYWAYS: The point of the post...Come 5pm today - whether i flunk it, fail it, sex it, rule it, jump it, or embrace it - i will no longer be a big exam freak.
so yey.
Crafts and words and walks ahoy.And my little blog will no longer be neglected or rejected!...joy!
BYE.

Baby Boom.

I smile to remember this;
the day numerical reasoning
was cast to the wind,
as we spent old money to see babies in jars.

And the human infatuation with blow-up-dolls
was discussed
at
length.

I giggled into your warm arm.

It was freezing and wet. But I could never have cared.
We took cover,
and I helped you buy a car.

Blue.
Like you, later that night.

Your chilli-sensations, my animal book,
a gift for a blind man, and taking the bus.

Buffalo will always be reading Dubliners in your room;
bare foot on your soft quilt and captivated by your Baby Boom.

bigot, much?

if you hit my knees, i'll bite your head...if you call me rubbish, i'll steal your shoes. etcetcetctec...tic for tac and scratch for scratch they are all pretty shameful at times...
but all that aside, calling the woman a bigot?? what an odd choice of word for her actions. is it really an apt lexical choice?! hm, erm DIM.
you do make me ponder, Brown.

dimdimdimdimdimdimdim,

vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house.vicky needs a house. vicky also needs a new football, rabbit food, and to stop thinking.

muddy tunnel.

Between two headrests, standing tall

Lies a tunnel.

Mercedes is smiling. Disney-pearly-white,

a bendy, busty, blonde.

Apparently.

Windows do not keep secrets –

you smile straight back.

“Tickets Please!! A slight flinch, maybe?

But the laptop still beams out a teasing glint.

My eyes fall upon your index finger,

as it circles around your cherry chin.

Lick your lips and crane in closer,

then tear away your eyes

for,

just,

maybe…

Three seconds

…of private possibilities.

But falsetto chirps and plastic trembles,

prick and screech.

Through corduroy trousers

Reality Intervenes.

“Baby, yeah, I will be back for seven,

and yeah, I’ll grab some bread.”

loser d'wi.

acrobatically dangling,
with a coat that is spangling
my ham makes me happy
(and so does Fluff)
i am pet-sappy
but now i will shush.

nos da xxx