Category: fiction
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Greetings. This is my ME Blog.
Greetings. This is my ME Blog. For me only. It is pure, self -indulgent, sanity keeping self-expression. l put whatever comes up in me. It helps balance all the control type stuff I have to do in daily life – like shopping, planning, admin, meetings, organizing agh !! l begin to go crazy just thinking…
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The pink dawn
Born out of nothing, born from the void I stumble into bar-rooms and lift myself from the floor I count the horseless carriages that niosely pass by And the pink dawn spreads its insipid bloodstain across the sky A rabid dog slinks into a shadow alley, its hairless tail between it chicken legs. I pass…
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…and, with haste, the Diplomats 2
8/12/2012 …and, with haste, the Diplomats scrambled together over the splintered wooden cloisters that lay in a idle, higgledy-piggledy manner, where they had fallen. “No meditation today”, said Diplomat 1 to Diplomat 4. “No, indeed!”, retorted Diplomat 2, a little too vehemently. …and the locusts sang.
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Six foot angry birds
The cause of all things, on this grey, cold Sunday afternoon, where naked, damp tree skeletons, frozen in jagged lines, march, each side of the empty, cracked road, waiting for the North Pole tsunami melt to change our society a little, whilst crabwise walking, and sipping tea from bone china, semi-transparent, little fingers pointing out…
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With haste, the diplomats …
And, with haste, the diplomats surveyed the spread out devistation. Princley matchmakers born in heaven, sailed to earth, plied their trade, scattered their pink possesions near and far and shambled back to heaven – yes, the diplomats plied their trade.
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Well, still here ..(no-one liked my song lyrics – boo hoo! …)
Well. Still here – laughing. Joking – singing – swinging monkey-like across the abysses that litter, pepper my silly paths every inch of the way.
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Zzzzz
Wow – dynamite in the midst of the evening! – hell-boy – running scared – no useful heart-breaker – donkey weaver – asiatic muddy-faced hypnotist – aching through the night – whimsical podcaster balanced on the edge of a knife-blade – hypnotist, undisciplined, crawfish spectacle wearer, heart-breaker maker of sun-moonbeams, unclaimed, unashamed, unalone, not at…
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Spark of Life Song lyrics by Tony Chapman ©
SPARK OF LIFE words and music by Tony Chapman © April1999 Em Em+7 Cm Bm when the road is broken and the path is bent F#m F#m+7 when words that are spoken don’t say what they meant when a rabbit is caught by the innocent eagle’s claw CHORUS its the spark of life that’s…
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the morning meeting
It is the morning of the time of all catapult specials, where all dawns meet and treat the soil with disdain. How many circumference navigators have silver lined their marathon pockets with collosal extraveganzers and hiccuping gladiators, riptided and glacier swollen, a pendulum in one hand, an hourglass in the other, hopelessly entwined, wrapped around,…
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My life is now so insane I dare not even write about it
My life is now so insane I dare not even write about it … So I write nonsense — I’m like an expert top quality bridge builder who never builds bridges – I’m too busy delivering newspapers ! – what the ….!!!
Tony Chapman-Art Music Writing 