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[robinbloke]

Future leaning twice crossed in fact it wasn't what I originally thought but then how can you tell from the first cast of the dice, ah rolling again, rolling along, I always use that one it's not like I said it before said it again, say it three times and make a wish; a wish to cast out and wonder but when you don't know what to wish for what is the thought that drives the dream. Dreams are there to be made. Dreams are there to think and feel, I feel I think, I dream. Ten past the last moment you thought of cast inside the spout. Spout. Spleen. Mean. Tea on the dancefloor and it all fell out, words to try and wonder next time they step forward will the eyes have it, you don't know yet but you wonder, the meaning outside the notes drawn together. Common meaning beside the strangest goal. Not what. Nearby the lights fade.
I wonder.
I wonder.
Redo from start and look out through the window.
The moon hasn't got the answers either, so why do you think your fingers have, only the future teaches the seconds you haven't lived yet, the moments yet to be.
Damn their eyes,
Damn them with custard.

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[briggsy.livejournal.com]

I take it there's no more after-shooty gathering then?

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Well it's winding up now, but we were still going.

[the-mendicant.livejournal.com]

when you don't know what to wish for what is the thought that drives the dream?

My own words don't seem adequate to respond to this post, so instead, I've borrowed some from:

Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy

Ode

We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

[thebiomechanoid.livejournal.com]

HELLO

My friends are telling me to apologise to you because I keep (apparently) staring at you in an opprobrious manner. Which, it has to be said, I did do. Note past tense. There was reason however! I don't go around hating random people! You look like an ex of mine and I'm rather short sighted and for a long long time I pretty much assumed that you were him and were doing your optimum to ignore me. After it was pointed out to me that you were not indeed the person who caused me two years of excessive grief I was a bit gutted and embarrassed.
Once the above was established (i.e. about last week) I felt pretty horrible about the entire thing. Anyway. Point is: hopefully you don’t know who I am and you didn't notice me scowling at you across the Kambar but if you did I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. HONESTLY. I also apologise for harassing your Livejournal with this strange comment (I’m not putting in on your most recent entry in case people read it and realise what a div I am) and from here on in you can be assured that any bad looks won’t come from my direction!
That done, I’m off to slowly and deliberately eat a Snickers bar.

Sorry again... >.<

Georgina/Kambar person.

Please don't kill me.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Mistakes happen, don't worry, not annoyed or anything so don't fret.
You'll be glad to know your scowls have gone unnoticed as I'm usually too busy chatting or dancing to notice such things :)

What you could do, however, is call it a Marathon rather than a snickers ;)

[thebiomechanoid.livejournal.com]

Phew. Thank goodness. I suppose I shouldn't be so bitter then I wouldn't end up harassing random strangers : D

What you could do, however, is call it a Marathon rather than a snickers ;)

I know. I mourn the old chocolates. I mean chocolate snobbery is fine, yes, I like my Green and Blacks as much as the next person but nothing beats a good old Dime bar (not a silly Diam) or indeed, an Aztec. Yes, Aztec. Even the fine ensemble of Parma violets, bulls eyes, etc. are all noteworthy confections which I never seem to get anymore.
OPAL FRUITS HOW I MOURN THEE FOR CINEMA gormandization. (I know I made that word up.)
Curly Wurlys were also banned in Ireland (too long ago for me to remember but my mother recalls with fear and hatred) and it's getting harder and harder to get the illustrious "Nerds" of my youth.
I've waffled enough now .

Again, very sorry even though you never knew I still feel bad.

Take Care!

G