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MrTea Room: April 2006
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MrT's open mouth pours his steaming brains on the keyboard. Thursday, April 13, 2006. You may visit the. I have designed for my brother. Posted by MrT at 21:58. Links to this post. View my complete profile. Hugh And The Times. The World is Getting Smaller. The Pangs of MrT. I Have Never Touched You. The Striking Silence of MrT. Say Its All Right, Part III. Say Its All Right, Part II. Say Its All Right, Part I.
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MrTea Room: September 2005
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MrT's open mouth pours his steaming brains on the keyboard. Wednesday, September 28, 2005. Say It's All Right, Part II. A vague sense of recognition at first. And then, his furious and frightened facies defied my awed gape with a groan. He had stopped dead in his flight. A snap of broken wood echoed just behind us. Footsteps on humus. Posted by MrT at 23:01. Links to this post. Monday, September 26, 2005. Say It's All Right, Part I. As I turned around, another car silhouetted itself against the horizon, ...
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MrTea Room: August 2009
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MrT's open mouth pours his steaming brains on the keyboard. Monday, August 31, 2009. Hello readers and passers-by,. Just a quick word to let you know that I am giving a hand here. I am sipping more precisely here. It is needless to say, Hugh, Ben and Mike, that wherever I set my tea tray, you are more than welcome. More news soon I hope. All the best in the meantime. Posted by MrT at 00:42. Links to this post. View my complete profile. Hugh And The Times. The World is Getting Smaller. The Pangs of MrT.
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MrTea Room: November 2008
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MrT's open mouth pours his steaming brains on the keyboard. Tuesday, November 11, 2008. The Pangs of MrT. The world is full of somebody else’s colours. Not for you. For the knot of tears. MrT is an orphan. He is a man without a story. He is the man without the link. Alas, I do not belong. Soundtrack: "Fantasma Parastasie", Aidan Baker and Tim Hecker. Posted by MrT at 22:11. Links to this post. View my complete profile. Hugh And The Times. The World is Getting Smaller. The Pangs of MrT.
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MrTea Room: November 2005
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MrT's open mouth pours his steaming brains on the keyboard. Wednesday, November 16, 2005. The Striking Silence of MrT. They ask me why I am so quiet, but if I tell them, then I am not quiet anymore. You’d think a bird should cross such a sky every now and then. So I look up, childlike shyness stains the corner of my lips. Fold my arms. Why are you so quiet? Not a sound, not a sound. Soundtrack: "I Almost Touch", Foehn. Posted by MrT at 21:19. Links to this post. Friday, November 11, 2005. White wings sla...
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MrTea Room: February 2006
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MrT's open mouth pours his steaming brains on the keyboard. Wednesday, February 15, 2006. I Have Never Touched You. I have never touched you. I have been walking behind you all the time. Playing with your shadow, skipping amidst the projections of your slender limbs against hot asphalt. I have never touched you. You have never seen me. Bent and wired for fear you might notice me and run away. Inhuman. A thing. You have never seen me. Posted by MrT at 22:03. Links to this post. View my complete profile.
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MrTea Room: January 2008
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MrT's open mouth pours his steaming brains on the keyboard. Thursday, January 24, 2008. I have grown in an ocean of void. Veiled limbs move in the caress of flesh-coloured silence, arch in the shadow of intimacy. There is a body unknown. There are words that may not be mine. There is as always the worn-out business of strangers in mirrors. Quite a convenient business. I might drift away. I might - only. Something wants to pour out through the lips. Curled up body in the ticking of the hours bends closely...
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MrTea Room: November 2012
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MrT's open mouth pours his steaming brains on the keyboard. Monday, November 26, 2012. Dear friends, readers, passers by, Hugh, Ben, (Mike you are my face book friend already).,. I have not written anything here for a while and probably will not, although I miss hanging out in the tea room. One of the reasons I will not is this. Please listen, download (feel free to put 0 in the value box, I will not resent you), hopefully like. And most of all, share. I hope to hear from you soon. Posted by MrT at 09:59.
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MrTea Room: August 2005
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MrT's open mouth pours his steaming brains on the keyboard. Wednesday, August 31, 2005. The Child and the Old Woman, Part II. She raised a guilty pair of eyes to him and whispered:. I have something very important to tell you. We are the same, you know, you and I. People are dangerous, my child. She paused for a second, gripping hard on the armrests as if she would throw herself against he floor. Her voice sounded calmer as she resumed. An older, resigned narrator. The child wanted to catch her attention...
