A lot of people would use only one word to describe me. That word is normally 'rambler'. I reflect this with my writing. I normally never have any idea where I will end up when i start. And more often than not, I don't even know where I began. I am not a topical writer. I will do what feels right. Although this is never normally a brilliant approach, as I seem to dig up tangents. If I keep up digging, who knows what I will find.
I like to hand write. It is more fluent then. This means, that I am currently writing this with a severe amount of irritability as I don't understand how this hunk of junk I am typing on works. Who needs this many functions to write. Give me a typewriter anyday. I have one sitting idly somewhere in its hard plastic case which is essential, becasue they are delicate things.
Sitting in this darkened room, solely because my light just exploded about 30 seconds ago, I will see what this site does for me. See where it takes me.
"Buy the Ticket; Take the Ride"
I like to hand write. It is more fluent then. This means, that I am currently writing this with a severe amount of irritability as I don't understand how this hunk of junk I am typing on works. Who needs this many functions to write. Give me a typewriter anyday. I have one sitting idly somewhere in its hard plastic case which is essential, becasue they are delicate things.
Sitting in this darkened room, solely because my light just exploded about 30 seconds ago, I will see what this site does for me. See where it takes me.
"Buy the Ticket; Take the Ride"
- Last seen on Mar 20 4:11 AM 2008. Member since May 22, 2007.
- I am a 20 year old man (Great Britain)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a struggling student, who is not fully aware of the motives behind his degree choice.
- I am in the groups Random Writing, Todays Poet Society
- I have 20 comments
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Time on my hands; / slipping through space and thought - / through the wheat fields / of barren farms, across the / landscape of eternal hu
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i'm sat stretched out / beneath the yawning oak, / staring out beyond grassy plains / being swallowed by the horizon - / two humming birds
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Despite the rain stricken skies and the gentle flowing river, just a few paces to my left, not one tear rolled down my cheeks. I stared straight ahead, not fully aware of where I was or what I was doing. Clasped in my right h800 words, June 12, 2007
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fade / to repeat / kaleidoscope eyes. / your / life a coil - / you rummage in / dreams. / dreams in rummage, / you / coil a life - / your /
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Taboo Pixie : just breezing through... on May 23, 2007ello...just roaming the page and i thought i'd be the first to fill out your guest book
anyway this is to a quite unique and interesting person..always nice to have you in the CB Edward 
