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March 27, 2007
stream of unconscious
your already philosophical air
rubbing against the speed of the city
- michael ondaatje -
5.30pm brought the consolation of a day's end. i stepped out of the office slowly, wanting to savour the moment - only to be confronted with this city's manic tightness. almost too automatically, my thoughts turned to a familiar solace - travel. time to run away again.
beginning with this weekend - a much anticipated and too often postponed camping trip. i will have my 360 degree view of nothing but nature, a few good books and plenty of time to contemplate the erratic flight patterns of damsel flies. i will screamsing to my heart's content, brood my future over the crackling of campfire and perhaps come back a person filled with words.
for i miss writing poetry.
posted by nyx at March 27, 2007 6:34 PM
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dont forget beer!
better still - guiness!
Posted by: thisguy at March 27, 2007 10:46 PM
5th May sound good?
Enjoy your trip by the way!
:)
Posted by: Rob at March 28, 2007 10:00 AM
And the first paragraph isn't a poem because...?
Posted by: wren at March 28, 2007 8:20 PM
'they are so green with envy that we no longer have global warming problems'
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
and 5th May she's GOD DAMN BUSY
Posted by: -?- at March 29, 2007 9:41 AM
oh shoot! i totally forgotten about 5th of may!!! haha, alamak....
Posted by: nyx at March 29, 2007 10:51 AM
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