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no point in not being friends: May 2009

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Wednesday, 6 May 2009. Thought it was about time we wrote on here to explain our absence. Don't be alarmed by the seeming lack of activity; like a mass of tadpoles wriggling around in the murky depths of an apparently stagnant pond, there's plenty going on beneath the surface. Thank you for being patient. In the meantime, you can still email us at nopointinnotbeingfriends at gmail dot com if you want to know anything, or tell us anything, or send us jokes etc. that would be nice. Emma j. lannie.

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no point in not being friends: September 2008

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Thursday, 25 September 2008. Photos of the third night. Here's a few photos taken on the night:. The tiny man on stage reading from a laptop is Socrates Adams-Florou. Tao lin's reading for september's reading night. Poetry reading for manchester. The third reading night happened and it was good. Tuesday's reading night was the first upstairs in the. Big live music hall. Monday, 15 September 2008. The third night is booked:. Tuesday, 9 September 2008. Exciting things are happening. There is a lot of behin...

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no point in not being friends: February 2009

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Monday, 16 February 2009. There's no point in not being friends with someone if you want to be friends with them: the perfect antidote to gloomy, depressing February. The next night is booked for Monday 23rd. After this, it will return to its regular slot on the last Tuesday of the month. Luke Yates and N.P. Murgatroyd. A video reading from Catherine Lacey. Live drama, and music from the excellent Si Connor. There'll be lots of drink on sale and lots of time between readings to buy / drink it. It takes p...

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Octavia: Street poetry (what it sounds like for a girl)

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Laquo; The Gardener of Human Happiness. Absent, I'll follow you with dark fires (alternative ending) ». Street poetry (what it sounds like for a girl). Cheer up darling it might never happen. I'm thinking about fucking you. You are so beautiful. You caught my eye. Sexy girl tasty girl. I'll keep you warm. I've seen you before. Hey sugar suck on this. Have you got a boyfriend. I like your hair. Can I get your number. I'll make you sweat. Where you going lady. I'm just being friendly. I HATE THE EARTH.

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Octavia: Memorandum

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Laquo; On speaking the same language. Pardon me, Im so sorry - and I dont mean to bring a pin to your bubble (well, not when I could bring a HATCHET to your HEAD, certainly): but you do know hes mine, dont you? You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed. You tell her Octavia! 28 July 2010 at 13:28. The comments to this entry are closed. My favourites (caveat: I'm fickle). Tuesday meeting thought (not minuted). Street poetry (what it sounds like for a girl). Fairytale of Essex Road.

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Octavia: Dancing

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Fairground attraction (it's already perfect) ». The rain  греметь . Bulbous out the drains and so my feet are wet: but this square, this beautiful red square gives me movement stale old Paris never could. Size doesnt matter, Ive been taught since a girl: but yet however rather indeed it means something to be at the centre of the largest land on earth, if only in the way it is an achievement to be picked to dance on the podium. Russian skies and Russian eyes are beautiful to me. . Fairytale of Essex Road.

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Octavia: Absent, I'll follow you with dark fires (alternative ending)

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Laquo; Street poetry (what it sounds like for a girl). Absent, I'll follow you with dark fires (alternative ending). He has left me. I am good at being broken. I weep. I am hugged by my friends. I dissect his then my then. Her star signs (I don't believe in horoscopes). My heart drips pus. Berebescu. And then, the lowest of the low, the most shameful, most out of character: I ask Dear Aunty Internet for advice. Everything that reminds me of you. I hear the brumble of the lorry and it turns the corner in ...

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Octavia: Why I have bad teeth

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Laquo; A blatant act of self-indulgence. I was always a nuggets girl, myself ». Why I have bad teeth. I roll your name about my mouth like fondant, sucking sweet and lascivious licks from the fall, the rise, the fall. . You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed. The comments to this entry are closed. My favourites (caveat: I'm fickle). Tuesday meeting thought (not minuted). Street poetry (what it sounds like for a girl). Pick'n'mix (in memoriam woolworthi). I HATE THE EARTH.

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Octavia: How I thawed

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I was walking home after a late shift at the pub. It was cold, snow on the ground and lager breath in my hair. I am too tall for icy pathways, my centre of gravity too high, my movements too tentative; the tips of my fingers were cold froze to the inside of my gloves. Hesitate headlines of murder and rape as I stood hovering beside him. Are you [fading inflection at the futility of the question] okay? Three in the car that hit the library wall in the first week of December. The driver over the limit,...

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Octavia: Tuesday meeting thought (not minuted)

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Tuesday meeting thought (not minuted). Posted at 22:48 in Love. You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed. HelloIve read all your posts and I think your writing is both evocative and beautiful. 21 January 2009 at 10:14. Ah, Isabelle: pot, kettle, a great deal of calling black. Thank you. Posted by: Octavia 21 January 2009 at 23:02. The comments to this entry are closed. My favourites (caveat: I'm fickle). Tuesday meeting thought (not minuted). Pick'n'mix (in memoriam woolworthi).