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.

Saturday, 25 February 2012

Fishbicycle Update

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Thursday, 23 February 2012

Rosy Hues in the Evening Sky

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A few minutes ago, I looked out of the window. It's dusk. Night is on its way, and I see this colourful rosy cloud.  What, you may w...
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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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