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.

Sunday, 19 February 2012

Might not go to an Australian Technical College After All

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Wednesday, 15 February 2012

A Guitar is a Thief in the Night.

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A guitar is a thief in the night That robs you of sleep through the wall  A guitar is a thin box of light Throwing reflections that ris...
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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