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  1. Impressions

    by , 05-03-2009 at 10:49 PM (Silas Thorne's Journal)
    1. Troyon, 'Field Outside Paris' 1845-1851

    The smell of hay and damp earth
    rain hanging, the air about to burst.
    Will we make it to shelter?
    The hills are shadowed by the clouds.

    2. Monet, 'Waterlilies'

    The leaves are clouds upon the pond of sky
    What lies beneath them? Water?
    What it is reflects only shadows.

    3. Monet, 'Charing Cross Bridge (overcast day)'

    On the bridge the smell of
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    Updated 05-05-2009 at 05:59 AM by Silas Thorne

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  2. Bus to SORRY

    by , 05-03-2009 at 10:26 PM (Silas Thorne's Journal)
    'Excuse me, I'll have one ticket to Sorry'
    'Sorry?'
    'I said excuse me, I'll have a ticket to Sorry.
    Oh...NOT IN SERVICE,
    sorry!'
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  3. Diet ahoy!

    by , 05-03-2009 at 04:51 PM (A Ramble through Smilie Land)
    Now I know alot of people say diet what diet just eat healthy! Thats easy to say though isnt it? I need the word DIET the regimes ( ironically the word used for diets in collouquial arabic) that come with it to force me to eat healthy. Although I might add that my diet is an 'Action Plan' and I hadnt realised quite how out of shape and lets face it obesce I had become till I just got on a pair of scales for the first time in 6-8 months. Ah the world of denial is a lovley place. But no more come ...
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  4. Sheep of another fold


    I knew my love was unrequited
    When she combed & pulled her hair.

    They say you can't be disappointed
    With a love that's not returned.

    We were sheep of different folds;
    I knew that even then.

    It's not like that I felt too spurned
    For an amour unknown.

    They say it is the purist love -
    The unreciprocated.

    But you were flattered, secretly,
    As if I didn't know...
    ...
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  5. Thousand flowers of the soul



    Now you have reality,
    Reality has dreams.

    It desires too.

    Anima Mundi
    The soul of the world
    Sings to us in sleep:

    Little myths,
    Electric shadows,
    A thousand flowers of the soul.

    Updated 05-03-2009 at 11:38 AM by Red-Headed

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