January 2011
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Woo for crazy Krakow hostel. WOOOO! →
I’ve been staying here and it is awesome and thankyou marek and brian and monika. wooooooooooo
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via quote-book)
Drilldo →
2011-01-28
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Something I Didn't Do: women? →
somethingididntdo:
Here I sit, gentil and covered.
But there’ yon sits a woman bothered… The beard I have, is standard hair.
Yet she looks on, as if to dare.. While I do sit, and I do think, and I do stroke my beard.
She there sits and cannot wonder on what she thinks is weird. That I stroke? Or that I finger? …
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Satisfind →
2011-01-26
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romance
somethingididntdo:
i miss you like:
like a frog for a fly
like a scorpion for something to sting
like an editor for a typo
like a wastepaper basket for some waste paper
like an alcoholic for the sweet relief of a drop of Super Tennents
like a little boy for dinosaurs
like a little girl for a pony
like a dictionary for some words
like a koala for some eucalyptus
like a fresh water fish...
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Something I Didn't Do: chocolate →
somethingididntdo:
Today—this evening—I ate a dinner of chocolate. There was a starter of chocolate brochette. It was lovely and you could really taste the fresh tomatoes and all the herbs and the chocolate olive oil. This was followed by a huge, 12oz chocolate fillet steak, cooked medium rare (of course…), served…
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Something I Didn't Do: these handles →
somethingididntdo:
On the metro there was a woman. She was sat there. She disapproved immensely of everything that was going on around her. She was shocked by a big guy and his rather placid demeanour.
She was shocked at the vile language no one was speaking but that they might have spoken at any moment.
She was…
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Alanis
i am sat in a super trendy cafe in Berlin. I’m doing some work and listening to alanis morisette. No one knows what I’m up to… I feel like a spy.
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“Madrid is full of boys named Paco…”
– The Capital of the World; Ernest Hemingway
Simple start to a great little story. Love Hemingway.
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didn't i order something off of eBay? →
Today I was walking in the street and I saw someone pushing a cart. For some strange reason I was convinced this was a postman. Which is strange because it was a large cart, with small waving arms and legs and it went ‘gagoggle’. But I was already convinced. He was pushing it up the street with…
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Is there anything better than a hammock?
is there?
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“I need to take more photos. World, put your face on!”
– ME
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Watchsirmitchell:
sofapizza:
what-is-sleep:fireking:
The voice cast of Spongebob redubs Casablanca, Singin’ in the Rain, and The Godfather.
o shit can i just have them redub all my favorite movies please? XD
This is freaking brilliant.
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Panindicate →
2011-01-10
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“A wonderful bird is a pelican. Its beak can hold more than its belly can. It can...”
– My Nan. (via somethingididntdo)
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marshmallows
i just learnt that marshmallows are made from pork scratchings. my world view has changed.
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do not
somethingididntdo:
cross the road without looking.
eat reheated rice.
touch me there.
listen to music that loud.
cheat.
drink so much beer.
get caught.
not use spellcheck.
fall for that bastard.
admit to liking U2.
sniff people’s hair when you think they wont notice.
sniff people’s hair when you think they will notice.
put cucumbers in sandwiches.
die.
fake it.
not try because no...
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a man, a toaster, a life (part two) →
somethingididntdo:
He had always been fond of the old toaster. In life he had believed toast to be a superior form of bread. Better for spreading on, and warmer too. It needed no plate; it was it’s own plate. He admired that about toast. So sitting there, in the kitchen watching this woman he missed so much, all he…
where does The Time go? →
somethingididntdo:
Where does the time go? I checked down the back of the sofa; nothing. Under the sofa; nada. Under the table which I sit and write at the moment… Only pair of feet, which I’m pretty certain doesn’t even have a concept of time. It is 1:05AM GMT. The last time I looked it was 23:45GMT… the day…
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housing benefits
Magazine Writer Seekers!
I do love houses. I love the way they are warm, the way they stop rain getting in and the way they have a fridge.
I love it when it’s cold and there isn’t snow in my house.
I love it when it’s summer outside and from my house I can see a field and a tree and the sun shining like it never left us for six months and wouldn’t ever do it again.
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Sprinterval →
2011-01-05