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forget rows of conjecture. staring beyond folk frozen without any platform to gesture from.
the sky tiring now. glance my gaze over shiny splintered skeletal forms, really quite abnormally interesting.
dance in the lightshapes of a smoky projector rooms gloomy ambiance in slow honour.
disintegrating beauty hurries through it all. hoping. all broken and all the more gorgeous for it.
another car-bomb swansong in a crowded marketplace for the morbid choir renditions
cloudshapes glide. treetop archways confusing when viewed on your knees. so very mighty.
hidden in a cave complex, slow hand grenade serenade. half mast flags wilting.
hunt the fires on the othersides of horizons. thin lines over time grow plenty girthy with feet scuffing.
written in slow tuesday evening smoke and subdued tone announcements. so much still unsaid in the light of dusk.
open space sliced by sparkling motors rotating. hear the clap, thunder amusing if exhibited in installation pro halls.
leaves colours paint dark hue suggestions. torch-lit hills provide unsettling insight into the cut-ups.
rows of prose, cries of bruises. blanket the water crossing to veil a bold announcement tied tight. long unsaid.
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forget rows of conjecture. staring beyond folk frozen without any platform to gesture from.
the sky tiring now. glance my gaze over shiny splintered skeletal forms, really quite abnormally interesting.
dance in the lightshapes of a smoky projector rooms gloomy ambiance in slow honour.
disintegrating beauty hurries through it all. hoping. all broken and all the more gorgeous for it.
another car-bomb swansong in a crowded marketplace for the morbid choir renditions
cloudshapes glide. treetop archways confusing when viewed on your knees. so very mighty.
hidden in a cave complex, slow hand grenade serenade. half mast flags wilting.
hunt the fires on the othersides of horizons. thin lines over time grow plenty girthy with feet scuffing.
written in slow tuesday evening smoke and subdued tone announcements. so much still unsaid in the light of dusk.
open space sliced by sparkling motors rotating. hear the clap, thunder amusing if exhibited in installation pro halls.
leaves colours paint dark hue suggestions. torch-lit hills provide unsettling insight into the cut-ups.
rows of prose, cries of bruises. blanket the water crossing to veil a bold announcement tied tight. long unsaid.
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» School Sports Day
Detention!
I'm proud to say that I've never actually competed in a Sports Day event but when I was in Secondary School we always had to train for certain events during our P.E lessons, even if we weren't actually competing in them. Myself and my circle of friends never cared much for school spirit so one afternoon during a cross country (run through the local woods) training session we decided to walk the entire circuit to see who could get the slowest time. We knew that such activities would result in a bollocking from the homosexual P.E teachers so we all agreed that we'd use the excuse that one of our group had suffered an Athsma attack and that we'd all walked back together out of concern.
We all arrived back at the school some time later, we'd come in last by about ten minutes and were quite proud of ourselves, that was until we were all dragged into the P.E treachers office and given the biggest bollocking ever followed by an hours detention.
The reason behind said bollocking? Someone in the class had accused us of cheating by taking a shortcut.
(Sat 1st Apr 2006, 1:26, More)
Detention!
I'm proud to say that I've never actually competed in a Sports Day event but when I was in Secondary School we always had to train for certain events during our P.E lessons, even if we weren't actually competing in them. Myself and my circle of friends never cared much for school spirit so one afternoon during a cross country (run through the local woods) training session we decided to walk the entire circuit to see who could get the slowest time. We knew that such activities would result in a bollocking from the homosexual P.E teachers so we all agreed that we'd use the excuse that one of our group had suffered an Athsma attack and that we'd all walked back together out of concern.
We all arrived back at the school some time later, we'd come in last by about ten minutes and were quite proud of ourselves, that was until we were all dragged into the P.E treachers office and given the biggest bollocking ever followed by an hours detention.
The reason behind said bollocking? Someone in the class had accused us of cheating by taking a shortcut.
(Sat 1st Apr 2006, 1:26, More)
» In the Army Now - The joy of the Armed Forces
Not really the Armed Forces
When I was in my early teens some of my friends started going to something called the Air Training Core (or Corps, or something similar), not wanting to be the odd one out my Dad took me along to meet the Commander and get me inducted. My Grandad was in the Forces during the war and I thought it'd be a great sentiment to become an Officer in the Jr Air Force and make him proud, needless to say this idea lasted about five minutes after I realised that all of my friends had decided to quit the same week that I'd decided to join.
Because I'd agreed to make a commitment I was forced to go along to ATC meetings every week for about three months on my bloody own, the drills and excercises were pretty easy but it's no fun standing around by yourself week in and week out is it? Eventually my parents realised how miserable I was and agreed to let me quit, the week I quit the club went on a trip to a shooting range where they had a jolly fun time playing with assault weapons.
Just call me Mr Bad Decisions :(
(Fri 24th Mar 2006, 0:58, More)
Not really the Armed Forces
When I was in my early teens some of my friends started going to something called the Air Training Core (or Corps, or something similar), not wanting to be the odd one out my Dad took me along to meet the Commander and get me inducted. My Grandad was in the Forces during the war and I thought it'd be a great sentiment to become an Officer in the Jr Air Force and make him proud, needless to say this idea lasted about five minutes after I realised that all of my friends had decided to quit the same week that I'd decided to join.
Because I'd agreed to make a commitment I was forced to go along to ATC meetings every week for about three months on my bloody own, the drills and excercises were pretty easy but it's no fun standing around by yourself week in and week out is it? Eventually my parents realised how miserable I was and agreed to let me quit, the week I quit the club went on a trip to a shooting range where they had a jolly fun time playing with assault weapons.
Just call me Mr Bad Decisions :(
(Fri 24th Mar 2006, 0:58, More)