Sunday duels

You know when you have that da da da da da da da da da going on in your head? no? okay I’m just feuding with banjos…

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Slow bleed

We don’t talk about things we don’t talk about which is a roundabout way of saying something, I said something once, but it was carried away by a wind that came in over the bay to some foreign quarter. Innuendo as far as these things go and I’m not so sure that I know what…

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A splendid project

I am taking some me time which is no time to take time, time takes this seriously. The zenith and nadir are somewhere but not here, near quite possibly, but I cannot see. There is the rise and the fall and some call out beware, some pretend that it doesn’t exist, though the thought persists…

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From the horse’s mouth

Because I believe you. one thing. trust is the ultimate high, no more wondering where or what you do make that two things. trust and love are the ultimate high (shades of Python and the Inquisition) three things. trust and love, respect and honour ( make that four things) without these brought to our knees…

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Fertile plains

It was midnight and then it was gone and Sunday looked in on the baptist called John. Come Salome and show me the veils piece together for me a map of the males you have danced for. Incantations tell of the spells she had cast. I passed her by a sad old has been queen…

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