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Old school picture.
04/02/2013 10:30 p.m.
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It is pretty easy to work out which one is me. The one thing I remember about this photo is that I had my chin stitched up from when I fell off my bmx. Using your feet as brakes doesn't always work out but that is the method I frequently used.
I am currently Exhausted

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Memory Box.
03/08/2013 10:04 p.m.
One thing I realise is that I need more friends, I need to open myself up. I want friends; even if we just e-mail.

Hey, if anybody feels like venting or sharing or anything in between then my e-mail is: cuddlygoblin@gmail.com

I have so many little pieces kept in a box. My Birth book, i.e. announcements in the local paper and 'congratulations!' cards. I do not recognise 90% of the people who said congratulations I was born.

My totally 80's 1st Birthday card: 'To Darling Angela from Nanny and Bampie xxx.' BAMPIE!! There is a man I remember, so gentle and with such a sense of humour. 'Nanny' I honestly don't really remember.

My box has my Bampie's Army Card for WW2, apparently he was only 5'5! Colour of eyes: grey, colour of hair: brown. (I would have towered over him at 5'9.5"!)

I love the telegram I have from 3 December 1945: 'Arrived Southampton Expect home soon, Les.'

I think I look quite similar to my Bampie (grandfather on my Mother's side). I am just looking at a photo of him and my great 'crazy' Uncle Charlie..Uncle Charlie seriously looks like Crispin Glover but with big ears.

Some of the photos are making me laugh; the great white german shepard dog we had called Gandalf, he was wonderful.

Basically having a decent time on memories right now. xxx.

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Glitter enriched...
02/28/2013 07:53 p.m.

And in your wake, the aching souls you left behind
will force ageing angels to blink blindly as you pass
by; illuminated out by a blurred cosmos.

Bathed by crackling crescent moons you will thread
witches hair in weaves to sell to spirits in silent courtyards.
You were born out of bleeding stare and ruptured void
but with that came possibility and beauty
sparkling with radiance; it is almost choking

You always wanted to create legends by writing
with blistered fingertips at midnight.
{I could blink a thousand times
and still see the imprint of your words
on the transparent orbs of my eyes}

You left a glitter enriched leech latched on
but never, never, bled me of anything.

What happened to Aiko Scott? I wrote this poem for her and Sarah Ann. I am friends with Sarah on facebook. Where is Aiko?
Richard Vince - She had such beautiful expression with her poetry and a beautiful nature about her person! I often think about her. I want to believe that she is happy and healthy.
I am currently Jumbled
I am listening to Cocteau Twins - Alice (loved it when I was 19..and still do!)

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06/29/2012 10:20 p.m.
My dear Mama passed away on the 7th of June at 67 years of age. She was described by others as having 'a heart of gold'. I have inherited her silly humour and gentleness for which I am grateful. It was not expected and came as a great shock, admitted to hospital and she passed away in less than 24 hours. It was scary seeing my big Sister upset and having to step into the role of the strong one. She will be forever in my heart. There are good and bad days but overall moving forward. Her husband when she was my age says I look exactly like her (I thought I looked like my Dad!).

This song is what I listened to before her funeral and it brought me some comfort.
I am currently Anxious
I am listening to Queensryche - Silent Lucidity

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Every now and then...
02/06/2012 07:30 p.m.
I feel like it is not enough. I feel like I am not working off my butt off as much as I should. Sometimes I feel frivolous! I am not working as hard as I could.

I love this song and the connotations it brings;

'But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and I want to Love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly'

I have just rediscovered my 'The Queen is Dead' album after years of being away. And I love it.

I am happy and healthy and am thankful for it. *really happy*
I am currently Content
I am listening to The Smiths - Frankly, Mr. Shankly

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Chester the Whippet Puppy!
08/15/2011 12:12 a.m.

This is Chester the Whippet puppy. He is a little monster. He wants to chew everything; my shoes, the flowers, my flesh. But he is adorable, too. Adorable gets away with lots of things. I like to babysit him twice a week and enjoy it.

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