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Inappropriate Thoughts: A day In Barcelona

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On the Road By Jack Kerouac. Sunday, 5 October 2014. A day In Barcelona. 8221; The tears were running down my cheeks and the rest of the passengers followed in my laughter. Still unable to locate his phone, the petite old Asian man, glances over to Roy and mumbles “Pocket.” Well you can guess where Roy’s phone was now. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). VOXX COLUMN MAY 2016. Many more nights to go. The World Of Za'e. What's my age again? View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.

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Inappropriate Thoughts: First day of university.

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On the Road By Jack Kerouac. Wednesday, 19 September 2012. First day of university. I soon realised that it was indeed just a university building and that they had ridiculously over used the colour white. When our new tutor, Dr Chris Dows entered, he quickly got us settled and chatting about the course, and within in minutes had the room filled with laughter. Za'e pointed out that he reminded her of Lee Evans. Thank God for that because it had been irritating me all morning! VOXX COLUMN MAY 2016.

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Inappropriate Thoughts: Prof writing journal 24/09/12

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On the Road By Jack Kerouac. Monday, 24 September 2012. Prof writing journal 24/09/12. I like Facebook too much. I also discovered today that no matter how plain and quiet a classroom is, you will always find distractions. For example, the giant glass window by the door, which gives us all a fantastic view of the interesting looking students that walk by. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). VOXX COLUMN MAY 2016. Many more nights to go. The World Of Za'e. What's my age again? View my complete profile.

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All Writes Reserved: April 2012

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Saturday, 28 April 2012. 8220;Where there's, more hungry mouths. Than food to eat. It's where the homeless. Are shattered and scattered. And still they laugh. And dream of a mansion. No one to speak. Now tell me do they stand a chance? Where there's, more food. Than mouths to feed. Where you find those who. Because of all their personal greed. They always want more than they need. They don't help those. Instead they stand aside and laugh. As if it's all we'll ever ask. When will they make a change? I kno...

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Saturday, 28 April 2012. 8220;Where there's, more hungry mouths. Than food to eat. It's where the homeless. Are shattered and scattered. And still they laugh. And dream of a mansion. No one to speak. Now tell me do they stand a chance? Where there's, more food. Than mouths to feed. Where you find those who. Because of all their personal greed. They always want more than they need. They don't help those. Instead they stand aside and laugh. As if it's all we'll ever ask. When will they make a change? I kno...

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All Writes Reserved: … of these minas

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Wednesday, 14 March 2012. 8230; of these minas. So I stick to my turf,. Being at sea, seeking peace in the silence. Patience and confusion-unknown precursors of wisdom. Try and see past these words. Yes, I'm the carpenter's son. Yes, you know whence I come. But,. Do not wait, please don't wait to call me cliche. Of these minas,. Even the King knows it's not that easy. M Kinoti. J. Labels: mwisho wa mawazo. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 8230; of these minas. You are not alone. VOXX COLUMN MAY 2016.

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All Writes Reserved: a brethren

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Monday, 28 March 2011. I know a brethren. He's become a fantasist. Because he's lost all hope. Even in the simplest form of a dream. Oh, the darkness he sees. When he shuts his. The cold that he meets. When he touches his heart-loneliness. Beknownst of the fact that he's lost his soul,. He speaks out loud only to hear his echo respond. I know a brethren. Larger than life,the experiences he wishes himself. High hopes and dreams. He has value for his life. The warmth of his smile,. The courage in his voice,.

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All Writes Reserved: January 2012

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Friday, 13 January 2012. Firm scribbles on a page. Thick screeches on a pane. The demons invade my mind,. And I long for peace once deprived. Smoke and escape all of it,. Drink till the sounds make sense no more,. Blaze then gaze as the sands of time trickle down; one grain after another. But the demons can retaliate,. For I’ve been warned against these vices,. And I heeded to the heart that cares,. But more so because of pity,. For I’ve been misunderstood,. And will never be understood. M Kinoti. J.

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All Writes Reserved: Farewell...

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Monday, 7 May 2012. I want you to feel,. But you won't touch me. I want you to see,. But you always look away. I want to tell you,. But you wont listen anymore. So I'll tell it to the birds; And they'll whistle it to the trees and. I'll whisper to the fishes in the streams; And they'll sail with it. Down to the oceans and open seas. I'll sing it alone between the four walls of my humble abode; And they will echo in appreciation. Still, I'd want to tell you. But since you've chosen your path,. Kinoti is j...

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All Writes Reserved: April 2011

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Sunday, 24 April 2011. These streets whence she came from,. Back to these streets she brought forth. Neither by choice nor planned,for. In honesty through her confession. She had fallen short. Questions lingered, over what significance this had. Would this be her turning point? Did this bring any hope with it? Or was it the ultimate curse for her actions? Many men she had seen, many men she had laid;. Thus to many women, she brought tears in their eyes. And to why some people tread on this soil,. Yet sad...