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[06 Apr 2006 | Thursday]
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a poem
Category: Life
alone i sleep, with you beside
whilst out the leaves slow wither die
we hold each frame a short awhile
'til seasons change with life's denial
love is the silence between the pauses
the mute now broken by life's lust causes
for you possesion: nine tenths of amour
life's a fucker and fuck i feel sore
5:27 PM
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[03 Mar 2006 | Friday]
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Strange Combination....
Current mood:  amused
Category: Life
Why do bic make razors and biros?
What an odd combination....
Is it so you can slit your wrists and write the note whist sticking with the same brand?
.... They also make lighters ....
You have to question exactly what the free thinking individual took to open his mind so much as to see concurrent gaps in all three of those markets.
Maybe as he was shaving he dropped his razor in the bin, had a eureka moment of the disposable blade, ran to write it down but couldn't find a pen anywhere, pulled out his cigarettes in frustration only to find his matches continually extinguished by a prevailing wind.
.... Just a thought.
8:34 AM
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