You quiver like a candle on fire
I'm putting you out
Maybe tonight we could be the last shout
But I'm fascinated by your style
Your beauty will last for a while

You're feeling instead of being
The more that I live on the inside
There's nothing to give
I'm infatuated by your moves
I've got to search hard for your clues

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So it appears that I have begun to neglect this place. The good news is that I finally installed word on my laptop.

here are the updates in the 4 months since I updated.

I figured out the vacation, I went to Cuba with my dear friend Pollie. It was wonderful time, I drank too much, smoked too much. I received a vicious sunburn.

I am attempting to quit smoking. I've gone from a pack of day, down to only a couple a day.

My birthday was yesterday, I'm 26.

I saw the Badly Drawn Boy show yesterday, it fantastic.

I spent the past couple of days with a woman, we met up for coffee friday, I got home earlier today, She is wonderful.


The story that I started writing year ago is finally finished. I need to start typing it out. It's the standard tale of obession and downward spiral into partial madness. It's entitled "A Taste of Beauty" .
I've begun the next one, it will be called "Nigel" , I've only got the basic I dea so far. The list of people who will be contributing to the humour book has also expanded, I just need to get them the pieces they will be working on.

Lyrics are from "OnceAround The Block" by Badly Drawn Boy

J

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