Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Monday, 13 February 2012

To My Valentine

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XXXXXX!
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Oh go through the walls, if you must.

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"Oh go through the walls , if you must , walk on the ledges .  Of roofs , of oceans ; cover yourself with light ;   Use menace , u...
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Friday, 10 February 2012

Have Kids?

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This is a man who found something his daughter wrote on facebook, it was addressed "to my parents", but... hidden from them, she ...
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Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Yes!

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Friday, 3 February 2012

"O, My America, My New-Found Land!"

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ELEGY XX. TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED. by John Donne   Come, Madam, ...
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Wellies for the Red Dirt Girl

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Red Dirt Girl goes all googly eyed over  footwear http://throughthegate09.blogspot.com/2012/02/frivolous-friday.html . This week's excit...
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Sunday, 29 January 2012

But dreaming is for moonrise And moonlight ails his tired eyes

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I thought we'd escape I packed a fishing line and counted on it I thought we'd escape I packed a fishing line and counted on ...
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Shakespear's Sister

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It starts a bit slow... hang in there.  Splendidly gothic.
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