A dickens of a morning

every morning when i drop the kids at school after i've beenblinded by the sunrise hitting the mirror sea, i drive home via Ovingdean wiggling my way through tiny roads dotted with cottages and horses and make my way back to the sea front, each time i spot the same young man walking on the

Re: A dickens of a morning

- Original Message - From: Pixel To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Wednesday, November 30, 2005 1:16 AM Subject: A dickens of a morning every morning when i drop the kids at school after i've been blinded by the sunrise hitting the mirror sea, i drive home via Ovingdean wiggling my way through

Re: experiment

like this... please continue. -Peter Ciccariello ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/ -Original Message- From: pixel [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Sat, 24 Sep 2005 15:24:23 +0100 Subject: experiment everything

i'm killing the kids

i'm killing the kids with love i'm killing the kids with love i've tidied up their rooms they will never understand the value of true independance i'm ruining the kids with care i'm ruining the kids with care they will get used to that warm feeling that somebody is always there for them and

out of touch

for three weeks from tonight i'll be out of touch, i've been sending emails to people to let them know. but is it necessary?one ofmycolleaguesreplied 'sweetheart,for the lastthirty eightyearsyou've been mostly out of touch, so why bother letting people know about these three weeks? any one

sated

i've eaten so much and yet i'm still hungry xp

everybody

'Everybody's talking at me.I don't hear a word they're saying,Only the echoes of my mind.' A version for the millenium Everybody's self medicating Ican't hear a wordthey're saying Only theechoes oftheir minds. xp

Re: morrigan here

so nice and sweet to hear your other voice again my dear. you'll be on your way to the stones now, the sun is shining, there will be something wonderful waiting for you there, i can feel it in the land. xxpixel - Original Message - From: Ana Buigues [EMAIL PROTECTED] To:

why it's hard to ask for help

THE TELEPHONE IS RINGING, SOMEONE PICKS IT UP hello, hello? (ok here we go again) hello, I don't know if you can help me but do you have any counselling at your clinic? I'm sorry any what? (oh god, I have to say it again, say it loudly be firm, it's ok) any counselling, therapy, you

Re: The Ultimate Degradation

is this done with surgical focus? xp - Original Message - From: mwp To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Saturday, June 18, 2005 6:26 AM Subject: The Ultimate Degradation The Ultimate Degradation2005http://www.kunst.no/bjornmag/mpphp2004/GBV01.auLo-fi

Re: Watch Your Step!

Hey I love this - would love to take bits f it and use it as lyrics - i'm so often shining black with wolves - now i have words to put with the colours of thought thanks xpixel - Original Message - From: Harrison Jeff [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Tuesday, May

this shit

she sifts fists his fist shifts he fists this shit she shits this fist xp

Re: charm

Maybe sometimes, ones personalities is so strewn about, that one could easily mistake oneself for others at times xp - Original Message - From: Alan Sondheim [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: 15 May 2005 06:37 Subject: Re: charm Prophecies are never

Black hole

Plastic bag rattlesnake Bicycle bell Man shouting numbers Music through walls Something’s gone wrong Shrill and sudden predatory sounds Leap like tigers into my Self imposed incarceration I walk, shrink-wrapped And murderous A grazed and flayed Quasar-headed Leaky capsule A measureless

Re: skepparmöte

The word 'frunch' is my new god xp - Original Message - From: Lanny Quarles [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Sent: Friday, April 08, 2005 7:48 PM Subject: skepparmöte skepparmöte [Walking slowly, on level ground: frunch-frunch-frunch-frunch. Walking at a good