this hearts on fire
pumping stone
wrapped
in barbed wire
this hearts on fire
wrapped
in barbed wire
this hearts on fire
"Exerpts" from novels never written he yells I put a spell on you these stories are full of lies you're a superstar death to apathy
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Hey, how are you Shawnda, it's me Jeff. I have no idea why I have to go to Montreal, but I have too. Maybe I just need to see the river or soak up the atmosphere, or whatever. This has been on my brain since before Christmas & I have doddled & put it off. Anyhow later on this wek or early next week I will begin wandering that way. I have a bus ticket to Winnipeg. I will more than likely have to hitch across Ontario,& what a nightmare that will be unless of course I pawn off my video camera, get lucky & get a ride, or who knows. Anyhow I might stop off & hang out with some friends in Oshawa if I can swing that as well. If I make it to Montreal could I crash on your couch for a day or two?
Oh & I like some of your poems, very nice & the photo of the tioelt is awesome. In cowtown in my storage unit I have a really small tiolet my old room mate gave me, that she used to used to store her knitting needles in. I used it as a flower pot for plastic roses. Anyhow I am starting to babble. Oh & your comment you left reached me. My e-mail I can be most easily contacted at is idiealot01@tahoo.com
Also the link to my blog is incorrect it's disconjointed thoughts, lol.
Here's a link to the addy I usually do the copy & paste thing.
http://disconjointedthoughts.blogspot.com/
Anyways I gotta go outside & go for a walk been couped up inside too long today.
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