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Saturday, May 1, 2010. Sunday, February 21, 2010. I carry your heart'. Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud. And the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows. Higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide). And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart(i carry it in my heart). Thursday, February 11, 2010. Tired eyes and elaborate dreams. Saturday, December 5, 2009. I want something more. Sunday, August 16, 2009.

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to be honest I've had enough of your bollocks: June 2009

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Tuesday, June 30, 2009. Sleep Awake. Eat. Repeate. Get drunk. Fall in love. Come up. Come down. Sleep. Cigarettes. Salad-bar. Fight and sleep. Cry. Get high. Retreat. Sleep. Pancakes and more cigarettes. Pack bag and cry. Escape. Get drunk. Get high. Repeate to sleep. Fall out of love. This is the final boarding call for flight DJ482.". Wednesday, June 24, 2009. Be careful what you wish for. I forgot how much worse unrequited love is than actually NOT being in love. Posted via drunken iPhone. She had bec...

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Sunday, August 16, 2009. Sundays, lyrics, rhetoric and other such bollocks. She was all right cause the sea was so airtight she broke away. She was all right but she can't come out tonight she broke away. Interpol - Stellar Was A Diver). All this time you were chasing dreams,. Without knowing what you wanted them to mean. Jose Gonzalez - Cycling Trivialities). What is it about the ocean that enthrals us humans so? The mystery of nature perhaps? We'll cut the whip and lose the anchor. To maybe tap into so...

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Saturday, December 5, 2009. I want something more. More than work and drugs and sleep. Something destructive, loving, surreal and explicit. January 12, 2010 at 2:52 AM. January 20, 2010 at 10:42 PM. I feel the same. February 1, 2010 at 10:54 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. Sometimes glam. sometimes drunk. View my complete profile. Butterskin mute at Flickr. Pages From the Gytrash. Therefore we'll kiss; for maybe. Who (look). ,startled.

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Thursday, February 11, 2010. Tired eyes and elaborate dreams. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. Sometimes glam. sometimes drunk. View my complete profile. Butterskin mute at Flickr. Pages From the Gytrash. Therefore we'll kiss; for maybe. Who (look). ,startled.

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to be honest I've had enough of your bollocks: February 2010

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Sunday, February 21, 2010. I carry your heart'. Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud. And the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows. Higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide). And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart(i carry it in my heart). Thursday, February 11, 2010. Tired eyes and elaborate dreams. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. Sometimes glam. sometimes drunk.

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Thursday, 1 October 2009. Why bruise a fresh fruit. If rotten pears fall alongside? A sleeping alpine, ablaze, breathes. Smoke into a new bloom. Withered, a petal falls,. Engulfed by brilliant arson. The mountains are testing,. Breaking open metal bonds. Ambushed, I stagger, blindly. Like a fool, grinning with red wet lips. Heart abeating, love and grease. Pump through a solid, molten core. Posted by BRIGHT EYED GYTRASH. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). DISH UPON A STAR. ENOUGH OF YOUR BOLLOCKS.

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Thursday, 12 February 2009. I am in the kitchen. The kitchen, littered with coffee filters,. Stark tiles, strip lights, grated cheese. Gordon's paper bags and floppy disks. Where I have summarised,. Where I have been taught to hate you,. You and your sticky salt water fish eyes. Where I measure myself against the big, black void of the plastic bin,. Where I wait for Terri to stop delivering,. To come back and show me pictures of plastic surgery. The nail in her tyre,. The dog in the street, rescued.

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Thursday, 1 October 2009. DESPISE, LOVE, HE TRIES. When will a fresh leaf. Turn in to brown,. You leave me bludgeoned,. My wires snapped,. My skin, torn at it’s golden mouldy seams. This season is acrid,. I smell a storm ahead-. Mildew blasts through your halo. Made of wool, wire and string. I am eating away at my own memories;. Too scared to stop. Too alive to drink. Friction heats my anger,. A longing of tear upon tear. For a mere hour when we could- -. Gravy skin and upturned funghi. Despise you, oh -.

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Saturday, 21 November 2009. I am lost in this world. My others are quenched. With salt water,. It is neither folly nor pain,. Just two hands on the face,. You may be eclipsed. A kingdom of cloud thickens our page. An empire of thunder. Sits under my age,. On the land of our love. Or, at least, soon to be. If not just a rotten taste. In your wild jaws. You stalk less like me,. But more like she. With her wrinkly eyes. And those constant flies. That flood her perfect personality. A wittled witch,.

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Pages From the Gytrash: November 2009

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Saturday, 21 November 2009. I am lost in this world. My others are quenched. With salt water,. It is neither folly nor pain,. Just two hands on the face,. You may be eclipsed. A kingdom of cloud thickens our page. An empire of thunder. Sits under my age,. On the land of our love. Or, at least, soon to be. If not just a rotten taste. In your wild jaws. You stalk less like me,. But more like she. With her wrinkly eyes. And those constant flies. That flood her perfect personality. A wittled witch,.

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Thursday, 1 October 2009. This, unknown to me. Has crippled the glass. A shard, benign in texture,. Soft to the lips,. Has embedded it’s smell. On black brushed fur. Oh, this dull ache,. Rich with puzzled steam,. Releases a haze, an image of you. Screaming to be true,. He struggles through suits. Send me your smell,. Pocket it, envelope it and. Lick the neck of a picture postcard. You seem so shy, by and by,. Happy again, playing by Canadian rules. To taste your skin,. Akin to the skier’s pillow.

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Thursday, 1 October 2009. Oh Dear wolf, you seem to have come back to me through a fiery haze of blue. Your officers have eaten half of the moon. It appears to me with overflowing light; a blur on the sky line of London. I heard a bat earlier, was it you? The vampire you are, come and suck my blood once more, twice, thrice - make it last forever. Bite me again, drink me dry, consume my person and be as one. We can be one tree, one autumn leaf, one frightening prospect of love. Drop me to the floor, pull ...

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Pages From the Gytrash: February 2010

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Monday, 22 February 2010. I've not updated for a long time. This is because I'm currently researching for my novel set in Victorian London. I'll be back soon. Posted by BRIGHT EYED GYTRASH. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). DISH UPON A STAR. ENOUGH OF YOUR BOLLOCKS.

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Monday, 27 April 2009. Posted by BRIGHT EYED GYTRASH. Twenty years. Ten years of dismembered memories. I wonder who this woman is, this mask of wood and golden nails. One day I’ll remove this mask and find the wood decomposed, the nails rusted. Perfection is obsolete. Your mask hides reality, reality that I will never know. I do not know who you are, who you were, who we are. I cannot find the words to write about you. Posted by BRIGHT EYED GYTRASH. Friday, 17 April 2009. A work in progress.

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