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.