Made by my head
Music, Ireland. Grey, name. My name. A step ladder. This house was built in a bog. Music is the window. I fell off a step ladder.





Saturday, May 14, 2005

 

Music. Hal.

I'm writing this to convince people that I'm not gluing a Toblerone to a beach ball. I might have been gluing a Toblerone to a beach ball ten seconds ago. I might be doing it again in ten seconds time. But I think this proves that I'm not 'always gluing a Toblerone to a beach ball', as some people have suggested.

Band: Hal.
Album: Hal.
They're gluing a beachball to a lifeguard while he's sleeping off a hangover after being told he had to give his elbow back to a cat.

I'm in space, wow, I'm at the bottom of the ocean, ooh, I'm falling off a swing, ow, but at least I'm not being kicked by a horse, ow!



He shoots, he scores, he glues himself to a lilac tree. Let's kick him.

A walk in the rain - Poetry. Ireland. Reading the news with no trousers.
Very Slight Stories - Very short stories.
Henry Seaward-Shannon - Slightly longer short-stories.






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