January 2010
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SNOW DROPS
White blooms dreaming prayers
for old winter’s  yesterday
and spring’s tomorrow
by Mr TOM GREENSLADE
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Reflections
Who will mourn me when I die
When my heart has beat its last and
My labouring lungs inhale no more,
Whose rich tears will salt my grave
Flowing from eyes I never saw.
By MR TOM GREENSLADE
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WHEN ALL IS NOT THAT BAD by Gary La Buda
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Roaming, wandering stumbling I walk to stabilize tripping down a river Spinning in my head Cyclones spinning cloning Tie died swirly loops Being brushed through the sky To cover its skin The air Or maybe that’s its ultra ego An allie of sorts Real sorts Surrounds me so I can breath And take this all in To only awaken out of a comatose state Wishing to return
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“Never theorize before you have data. Invariably, you end up twisting facts to...”
– Sherlock Holmes (via fuckmerdj)
okay how is it that he can make even the SCIENTIFIC METHOD fucking sexy?
(via unigue)
(via sexismandthecity)
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