Sinister: haikus revealed // week twelve // two thousand and two

[ee fumblings]

I try to muster
up the energy to do
an experiment.

FAIR Hypothesis:
The Wright family genes should
be put to a stop.

Brixton Soiree? I
don't take up much space and I
know how to make toast.

Mao, or math team nerds,
for that matter. I was one
of them (see above).

Let alone the sky.
Too many snowflakes And flack
to carry around.

Ok. I think that
was enough. Thanks for giving
me another chance.

Outside they turn the
match into a picnic. Make
a picnic of it.

I read Heaney: bells
and raindrops, loosed screens and straight
walks. *Sunday*, he says.

Hopkins shows in a
red shirt. Cabbage shows in a
shirt from Singapore.

Walton and the boy
G are devastating, all
skill and incision.

Can this be true? I'd
like to remember more of
the game itself here.

Jeremy tells me
of how he and Shearer spent
a night on parties.

Eventually
I could see who was trying
to steal my ticket....

But there are no red
Brasilias as far as
I can remember...

I'll be visiting
from San Francisco and most
likely quite lonely.

Aeronef in Lille
and the Grand Rex in Paris?
My french is tres mal.

Hes on the list. I
told you, no ego, no fries,
no self esteem left.

I'd see him stealing
glimpses, and he'd smile and tell
me I was pretty.

I got up out of
bed to go to the shower
after a lie in.

I don't know what to
do. People say take it step
by step, day by day.

I really need to
pass my drivers test, and get
my gears sorted out.

My ex and I have
remained close friends. Which is nice
but painful at times.

I'll just step back and
read as I have for the past
few weeks. Bye! -robert.

I am so grateful,
and thankful for all the kind
things you said to me.

I fell asleep, and
woke up once or twice, really
really exhausted.

I had two hours
alone today, apart from
the time when I slept.

I was shocked at how
kind the responses to my
previous post were.

Don't Know. (of course, you
have to keep your tongue in your
cheek some of the time.

And luckily, there
is one. See all you scottish
people on Monday.

No greenery near
Brixton?!? As a denizen,
I beg to differ.

The Music. I don't
understand what it is kids
listen to these days.

The Queen Mum just died.
"Just" as in "recently", not
"just" as in "simply".

Wednesday am. Offers
by email to this address
and NOT the list, please.

Due to ill health, I
would like to try to swap them
for seated tickets.

I was so stupid,
bloodlines on my arms and legs
but I'm so frightened.

I mean, I'm sure you
all really have blood-and-flesh,
but none I can see.

Like Ken enthused, it's
good practise for the release
of Storytelling.

I'm definitely
going to end up as that
cockroach. I know it.

// ee fumblings //


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