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Scattered Bodies » Blog Archive » A Different Station
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Design. Communication. Nonsense. Their lords I stutter, they make me blue,. I don’t have one, or more, the way they do. All that fills my nights these days,. Are thoughts of her and wicked ways,. She might recall the things I said,. The songs I sung before to bed,. The scrawls I wrote on twisted knee,. That hurted eye might finally see. I still hold you dear my only one,. Surely until the day undone,. Who will there be to pay me heed? To watch me ride? To see my steed? To mend my arm, to shore my hip?
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Design. Communication. Nonsense. Archiving and relaunch…. Update: So I did indeed launch a new blog, but then scrapped it. I am planning to spend more time on this site and Fugitive Ink. Over the next few months. But until I launch a some better platforms for self-promotion and other nonsense, these antediluvian site will have to do. So until the new blog is up… Same bat time. Same bat channel. Posted on 02.02.11 no comments. Filed Under: Design (in general). My favorite food is Oobleck. Liam is a multif...
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Scattered Bodies » Blog Archive » How the Man on the Moon Got Stuck There
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Design. Communication. Nonsense. How the Man on the Moon Got Stuck There. My gnomes they have a clique you see,. They gather for their mock high tea. That’s high tea but drunk from stones,. Served up on china made from bones. And in this crowd made up of gnome,. There came a dwarf that stood alone. In a dress of chipmunk fur,. And crown of flower and of burr. That dwarf she stopped to talk to me,. And from my heart she stole the glee. And then she sent me far away,. Sent me to my moon to stay. Working at...
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Scattered Bodies » Blog Archive » June Bug
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Design. Communication. Nonsense. She moved among the tulip rows,. Upon her nimble painted toes. And cooked the most splendid of feasts,. To serve amongst her friends the beasts. Running her hands along their faces,. Her song the lonesomeness of spaces. Her parents they did call her June,. Named upon that month’s new moon. And from her blood a spell might come,. That ended all, when said and done,. And brought men to their quaking knees,. Like flu patients wracked with sneeze. She never heard a story told,.
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Scattered Bodies » Blog Archive » My Pet Skeleton Remix
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Design. Communication. Nonsense. My Pet Skeleton Remix. In my possession I have the skeleton of a fairy,. I’d say it’s quite small, and a little bit scary. Every so often it twitches I think,. Whining and moaning and crying for drink. That bone can be loud with all of its needs,. Singing me songs of my long past misdeeds. I try not listen but it’s whinging so loud,. I even can hear it wrapped up in its shroud. Today I did try to wring its damn neck,. And lay it down low amongst refuse and dreck. You can ...