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[03 Jul 2008|12:03am] |
I want to fish in the northern territories. I've never fished or been in the northern territories, but I want to do and be both.
I want so much to dry dark nights over the rail, to swiftly move laughing between tall laughing trees, to not worry about life on repeat. I want too much, I use the words too much, I want to not want so much.
It's not that great a deal to want such natural bliss, is it?
I do mean the northern territories as depicted by Twin Peaks, by the way. I like those woods. I want to get lost in those woods. I want my foot in my mouth, to say things she didn't hear, didn't know I meant, words left trickling down her skin.
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[03 Jul 2008|12:29am] |
I'm going to stay up and watch loads of Twin Peaks. Because I can.
What am I going to do when this is over?
Watch Northern Exposure, that's what.
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[03 Jul 2008|12:38am] |
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I see beyond logic, I hear without sound, I collapse before God, yet no regligion floods my blood, I puncture my earthly existence, with needle and tube fit from a higher plane, yet my words speak to you of realism, of doubt, of grounding. I am bastard son of evil and good, and yet I know of little distinguishment between. If you pulled trigger between such hazy boundaries, shot bullets to determine the side I fall onto, I fall onto none. I give no determined reprieve to such discipline, I am half, whole, split, fruit segments burst of pips and shattered all over land.
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[03 Jul 2008|11:03am] |
After one single day of plain sailing, we're back to disconnection city, blank screens, no fucking consistent connection. Fucking hell.
So, back to me being frequently irritable. I suppose it doesn't matter, because I won't be back until late. Kicking a ball around some grass after OAP Thursday. So that's all for now.
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[03 Jul 2008|11:15am] |
Five snacks I enjoy:
1. Sandwich.
2. Elf pate.
3. Dog cheese.
4. Golden snake biscuit.
5. Bang Bucks.
Five songs to which I know all the lyrics
1. Hot footin' the shoe.
2. Barnacle Bills.
3. Tweek Simple.
4. Pies and nuts, my eye is slut!
5. Ramble dragons.
Five things I would do if I were a millionaire:
1. Buy a million things from the pound shop.
2. Roll a massive bin into some fire.
3. Buy an incinerator for no things to burn.
4. Hold up a cat to the light and curl my face up in a frown.
5. Buy a giant musket.
Five bad habits:
1. Stool slides.
2. Coughing up at luncheon.
3. Brazenly showing my arse to tramps down purple avenue.
4. Snorting vinegar.
5. Card foreskin insertion.
Five things I like doing:
1. Boiling boiled water.
2. Laughing at beef stew.
3. Sex in halls of mirrors.
4. Loving all that is brick.
5. Trampling stamps into the dirt.
Five things I would never wear, buy or get new:
1. An actual sized bee suit.
2. The hat my dead body wears at death.
3. Skull crown.
4. Hatchet sack.
5. Vaginal bumbag.
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[03 Jul 2008|11:24am] |
I would like very much to take a holiday somewhere in those woods. Where the air is unpunctured by humidity and smoked strains, where the only burn is woodsmoke. I need gentle rushing water and trees that dip leaves into the streams, rivers switch and babble over rocks and shoes slip in reflections.
I'm thinking about taking a holiday somewhere like that.
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[03 Jul 2008|07:14pm] |
There's a day I feel like I did something. I worked, and then I went to play football. I first started playing two years ago, and I was twenty nine then. Playing it makes me feel like a teenager again, and I love it. It's important that I remain active. I would go into more description of the actual game, but I really can't be bothered. I have no energy left.
Of course, not smoking would help.
Another weekend coming up. Now, i'm going to watch Twin Peaks.
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[03 Jul 2008|10:32pm] |
Yeah, I know. More Twin Peaks nonsense. Sorry, but I like talking about it, and the places from it I want to go. Check out this, it's the Salish Lodge.
http://www.salishlodge.com/
The Salish Lodge was used for outside shots depicting the Great Northern. In the opening credits, you see it with this beautiful waterfall casting water into a huge lake. Oh, it's so nice. It's thirty miles from Seattle. If I ever find myself a lady and everything i'm taking her here. That's for sure, buster. God, I really want to go. So romantic. Imagine chilling out watching that scenery.
Rooms aren't bad either. About 160 dollars, about seventy quid.
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