tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73061211191482297272024-03-13T13:54:22.982+11:00ink and abstract.Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-27352261290180545462011-10-17T00:15:00.003+11:002011-10-17T00:24:32.191+11:00the end.<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">i forgot about this blog. i thought it deserved some kind of conclusion, like all things.</span></i></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">so here's something relatively recent that i think constitutes a conclusion of sorts.</span></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Thoughts escaping into the distance as they chase each other. </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The abstract future collapses into a gyre that reappears at my feet. </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">In everything I can see lines of creased aging and things that haven’t happened yet. My lips move with the folding of the waves and the platitudes that reek of convention and conformity. A handful of dust spreads itself outwards and climbs up my arm, roughed edges into the side of my neck</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><!--StartFragment--></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-.55pt"><span lang="EN-US"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Last night the moon was close and yellow like the insides of my fingers. It blurred behind waves of smoke from my lungs but stayed stuck into the dark cloudy sky like a nail in the back of your head.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-.55pt"><span lang="EN-US"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I felt lost in the silence of the night in an unusual way that’s hard to trace. Waiting for a response that will break apart in more silence.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-.55pt"><span lang="EN-US"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I am not this body sitting writing and waiting as time pirouettes around the circles under my eyes.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Stitches of apathy around my spine </span></span><span style="color:black;mso-themecolor:text1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">and </span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">non sum qualis eram.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I want to write like Eliot, Pound, Auden, Plath, Yeats, H.D., Oliver, Keats, Bukowski, Atwood, Cohen, Bishop.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">ally.</span></span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-68634842272787226582011-01-15T22:35:00.003+11:002011-01-15T22:36:43.729+11:00i'm only blogging via Tumblr now<br />i love you all here! but, yeah.<br /><br /><a href="http://ahhllayne.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;">http://ahhllayne.tumblr.com/</span></a>Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-69781247192208303332010-06-14T17:28:00.007+10:002010-06-14T22:55:14.876+10:00nice dream.<p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">They want to escape, I know, I know.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">I can feel the ache in my bones and the voices in my mind and the words in my throat. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">I can feel every scrap of me, pulling itself out from the roots.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Deconstructed, as a sentence.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">I want to be picked apart and analysed until everything can be ordered and labelled and filed away in separate, clean brown boxes. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">I want everything that I’ve ever done to be dissected and separated until my past is nothing </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">but a few shreds of words; possibly spoken – but impossibly ambiguous.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Words which scream will never leave you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">I want to fall between the cracks in the words, perpetually imbedded in the spoken sentences. And I will be made of words, nothing more and nothing less. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Everything that I’ve ever wanted to be. </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Gripping those messy words, <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">as tightly as you are now, will tear your palms open. Everything will get louder and softer at the same time. </span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">The world pauses, a repetitive asphyxiatingly muted track. The words scream against each other, so now you’re stuck between them as I am. </span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">They create an ocean so blue, I want to sink to the bottom and never look up.</span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;">ally.</span> </span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">now, would be a good time to</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">wake up.</span><br /></span></p>Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-78099005364766538742010-05-18T20:16:00.016+10:002010-05-31T19:29:33.049+10:00the blue room and a stillness of indecision.<div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">It went a bit like this:</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Distantly familiar. Like a scent burned into your skin from an incoherent time and place, intractable, more real than any recurring dream of a dusty hallway and fingers of fire dancing across the wall. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Time lagged behind bites of the wind across the back of my neck as I twisted pieces of stringy hair across my fingers. I chewed on some thoughts and words, but let them fall to the back of my throat when everything slowed down and the characters started rotating and becoming fewer. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Something like a shock through the tips of my fingers as the figures blurred, save for one. And I scratched at the inside of my arm because it was cold, or because I needed it. I was left floating in the waves of an inexistent deep blue ocean, and the beams of sunlight beat through me with every glance. The waves threw me sideways and I had to hold myself up, without my bones.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">I hid behind the other faces like a coward with cold fingers. I hid from the ghost in the corner of the dream I can't wake up from. The delusion that is a figure, feeding my fingers as they scratch at the page; drum a syncopated beat into the side of my forehead.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Then, like a moment from a scene I could orchestrate with a wave of my hands and the focus of my lens, it played out.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Somewhere, somehow, somebody yelled <em>cut</em> and it fell away.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">It fell away as sand between my cold, but running fingers.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;">ally.</span></div>Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-68413141588712683572010-04-28T18:41:00.008+10:002010-04-28T19:10:37.049+10:00Somniloquy<div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Her mind deceives her with the blurred appearance of a ghost. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Serrated between the seams, </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">and the recurring dreams, </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">it looks over-exposed and raw. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Like a string of old, rubbish photographs held together by the letters which need to be rearranged.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span><em>And you’re so tired, aren’t you?</em><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>This is when I catch her eyes stuck to the corner of the room, and I tell her to turn the music up louder.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span><em>Why are you still here? This is so stagnant and jilted.</em><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>She stares at a stain on the wall. She looks into the weeks and months and years.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span><em>Your eyes are shut, so apathetic.</em><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>She lies awake.</span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">ally.</span></div>Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-22937547503872631472010-04-10T15:31:00.009+10:002010-04-13T20:21:59.663+10:002am<em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">the words which are stuck</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">somewhere,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">twisted together around torn minutes of </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">apathy and fear -</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">they eat away</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">at my bones.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">fighting each other, </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">only to be spoken;</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">to be heard.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">i am left with the edges of a story.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">edges that are torn.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">the rest of the words are stuck</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">at the back of your throat.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">i thought i felt a hint of them,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">but if they aren't pressed and rolled together</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">into words,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">how do i know that the thoughts are real?</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">instead they never happened,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">blue.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">my fingers are still cold,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">and i turn again,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">head in palm,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">looking into a blur of time.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">i am a half.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">but between the thoughts;</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">between the lines</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">which are blue eyes,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">i was something else entirely.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">i went back for them -</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">the words from the page i couldn't finish reading.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Tell me if i can find them.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Tell me if they are there at all.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">ally.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">i don't know if i like this.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">sorry if it's really bad, i'm still spending all my time</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">writing the script for my short film.</span></div>Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-72931331113030327882010-03-06T19:51:00.011+11:002010-03-06T20:16:38.863+11:00chiasmus<div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">i saw him;</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">drowning in an impossible feeling </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">that this</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">will happen again, </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">and again.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Like an asphyxiating prelude to deja vu.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">A spinning web of noises;</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">aligned with a bizare perfection, </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">like black and white keys</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">running harmoniously beside a </span><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">melody,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">that at present, was unwritten.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">The edge of</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">something unknown,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">but something circular. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">Something which smells of a pungent</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">futuristic blue.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">But this time,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">there's two.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">And an ambiguous articulation</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">of a difficult subconscious.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;">ally.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">[so i'm basically spending all my time (too much time)</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">writing stuff for ext 2. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">which is excellent, but also really self-consuming.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">also - i wrote a prophetic story two weeks ago. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">that was insane.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">it actually happened as i wrote it a couple of days later.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">the only problem was, i had the characters the wrong way around.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">mhmm.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">and now i fly away from here.]</span></div>Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-45047592051632205762010-01-17T20:55:00.006+11:002010-01-17T21:09:52.394+11:00breath<div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Breath. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="color:#ccccff;">Cold water</span> between colder fingers.</span> </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">It passes straight through them. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Like all the noises and voices circumnavigating her mind. Straight through.<br />A release; to the mercy of gravity and the <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">weightless air</span> of forget. And haze. Falling into a chaotic freedom.<br />Stillness. Face disappears.<br />Pale hands moving slowly, forwards and backwards beside a pale body. <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Like wings.</span> Tiny, white wings. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Holding all her thoughts and expelling them into the <span style="color:#ccccff;">blue abyss.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Gasp. Coughs. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Scratching at <span style="color:#ccccff;">blurry eyes</span>. Twitch of neck. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Everything is so colourful. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Dazed. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Wonderful colours.</span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><div align="right"><br /><br />Breath.<br />Face down. <span style="color:#ccccff;">Eyes open.</span><br />Replayed scenes. Looks. <span style="color:#ccccff;">Words.</span> Voices. Memories.<br />Burning photographs of moments, floating before <span style="color:#ccccff;">her eyes</span>.<br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Time to be consumed.</span><br />Forget. Forget. Forget.<br />Mouth moves fast. Screams of silence. Louder.<br />Clear pockets rising against the <span style="color:#ccccff;">deep liquid</span> between her face</div><div align="right">and her screams.<br /><br /><br />Arms out at sides. <span style="color:#ccccff;">Eyes still open.</span> But heavy.<br />Screaming at the world.<br /><br /><br />Breath.<br />Light, orange waves of warmth. Of hope.<br />Shining against the white fragments of her hair.<br />Eaten by the <span style="color:#ccccff;">blue in her eyes</span>.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">Blue eyes</span> which disappear again.<br /><br /><br />Wandering through the <span style="color:#ccccff;">blue sky</span>.<br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">That same blue sky.</span><br />Looking only for </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ccccff;">the other two</span>.<br /><br /><br />Always looking.<br />Always too far away.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">ally.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">ohh damn.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">how is it, everytime i sit down to work on an assignment,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">i just start writing something</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;">very</span> far away from assignments?</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">It's great in a way that makes me think i'm a champion of procrastinative skills.</span><span style="font-size:0;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">here's to hoping for a good week - </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">maybe some sense of normality can be achieved again.</span></div>Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-22938810323735370352010-01-17T13:08:00.020+11:002010-08-26T16:29:08.212+10:00January light.<span style="font-family:courier new;"><div align="right"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">There’s a point between what was said<br />and what was imagined;<br />a point between reality<br />and fiction;<br />a place in which we’ve never met.<br />A place to hide.<br /><br /><br />It’s a haven of ambiguity,<br />of letters that curl to the edge of the page;<br />spelling things which may have happened,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">it doesn't matter either way;</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">it still looks the same.<br /><br /><br />It’s always about how you read it;<br />how you decipher the semiotics.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">They're only<br />words on a page,<br />a torn page.<br /><br /><br />And nothing quite lined up the way it was written to;<br />grey.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">Everything was inextricably blurred;</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">blue.<br /><br /><br />I kept talking to you after you hung up the phone,<br />What will I do when the rain comes?<br />The rain is coming.<br />I can smell it.<br /><br /></div></span></span><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">Point to it.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">and find within these lines,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">the smell of</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">a hideous sentence,<br />these fingers refuse to write.<br />But it’s here hiding.<br />Hiding between these lines.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">ally.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">i wrote this when i was listening to </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">'Knives Out' - Radiohead.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">now i can't get that song out of my head.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">[also. everytime someone says the date - </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">January blahblah</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">i keep thinking of these three lines from a poem on my wall.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">it's a Pablo Neruda;</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><em>"Maybe January light will consume</em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><em>My heart with its cruel </em></span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">R</span><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">ay, </span><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">stealing my key to true calm."</span></em></div><div align="right"></div>Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-3270694690767343522009-12-26T19:06:00.023+11:002010-08-26T16:29:38.406+10:00blue.<p align="right"> </p><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">[<u>Freud's theory of dreamwork.</u>]</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><span style="color:#999999;">Saturday.</span> <span style="color:#cccccc;">A new day.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">1. Displacement:<br /><em>A piano.</em> </span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Pitched black ink and dusty voices. </span></em></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><em>Echos.<br /></em><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>..<br /></em></span>2. Projection:<br /><em>Girl. Circumference of words.</em> </span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Collective language and</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">false dichotomys. </span></em></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><em>Clarity. End.<br /></em><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>..<br /></em></span>3. Symbolisation:<em><br />The bluest depths of time. <s>Lost time</s>.<br />A ghost that sits beside your bed,</em></span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">consumed with impatience, </span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">ignorant </span></em><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">to </span></em><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">its own </span></em></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><em>futility of life.<br /></em><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>...<br /></em></span>4. Condensation:<em><br />Peripheral vision and flickers <s>of movement</s>.<br />Tinted edges. Torn corners <s>of the screen</s>.<br />Amygdala rooted impairment.<br /></em><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>..<br /></em></span>5. Rationalisation:<em><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Exit music.</span></em></span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">...</span></em></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">this is where it all ends.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">ally.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">also - merry christmas for yesterday!</span></div>Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-72125137594471715122009-12-15T00:07:00.012+11:002010-08-26T16:29:41.028+10:00anamnesis<p align="right"><br /></p><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">It was the kind of moment that you unendingly chew on; </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">recounting to the mirror. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Searching for the colours that blurred together </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">and the sounds that passed through you like a train and a scratchy wind. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">You were there. I was almost there. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">It was rain through a vent in the ceiling and the loss of gravity entirely. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">It was a divergence in time and space.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">Or maybe just a supernova;</span><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"> internal consumption.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...<br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">If the words existed to describe it, </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">they would be projected through my eyes onto every white wall in this house. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">If I owned those words, I would scream them until I took silence completely.</span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Everything else is a compass from that moment. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">As time moves further away, so does logic and scraps of burning blue.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">That's bearable - </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">until the thoughts that perpetually spin around your neck, </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">pertaining to that moment,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">launch themselves into your jugular without remorse.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">...</span></div><div align="right"></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">It was an impossible flash of everything that sucked me under. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">The way that time fell around me and I had dreams hanging off my fingers.<br />There were quotes from my favourite authors and poets</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">dripping down from the sky, like watery paint. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...<br /></span>It was suffocatingly impossible.<br />And it happened.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">ally.</span> </div><div align="right"></div>Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-17099567084869748092009-11-08T17:23:00.057+11:002009-11-08T19:21:55.739+11:00my words.<div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">I've forgotten the words that I need. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">The real words. The precious ambiguities. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">The Shakespearean quotes and the clever names.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">A song title.</span> Some numbers. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">A few half baked promises. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">The words that had an unexplainable twist of hope in them.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">They've slipped out the window. <span style="color:#cccccc;">I saw them leave.</span> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">So here's what's left. Here's the simplest explanation of this blurry, chaotic suitcase of words. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">I'm dropping them now, like the others. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">I want to watch them go, <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">like the others.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">1. Stop playing these games. <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">They are dumb.</span> They are stupid. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Can you please just say what you mean.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">And if you don't mean it, then don't say it.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">But - say something. Anything.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">2. I <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">can't</span> give you <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">logic</span>. The more you question the logic behind it all, the less logical it all seems. There's no logic in madness. But there's method.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">3. It's colourful and it smells like dust and (paradoxically) rain. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">It's a dark, burning orange sunset that's been stained into my skin.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">It's a myriad of suspicious conceptualisations. <span style="color:#ffcccc;">Too many to be real.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">4. I've been waiting for you a long, long time. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">I'm really tired. I suspect you are too.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">5. The sun is going to <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">explode</span>. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">The rivers will dry up and the trees will bend over.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">The stars will give in to apathy and let go.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">6. I wish my rhetorical questions weren't rhetorical.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">The voice less familiar could give an answer.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">Could decode <span style="color:#ffcccc;">this</span>.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">7. Eternity isn't as far away as you might think.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">ally.</span></div><div align="left"></div>Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-89638296009241156392009-09-21T12:55:00.008+10:002009-09-21T13:07:27.446+10:00you smell like washing powder.<div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">this is when i finally fall over that pile of old books you have on the floor there.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">you know</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">the ones that smell like coffee?</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">if you'll let me</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">i'd like to never come back.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">to fall</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">and just keep falling.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">i'd like you to drive us somewhere</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">without a name.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">we can sit on the bonnet of your car and smoke cigarettes</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">and take artsy photos of faceless strangers.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">the strangers that wear ripped tights and knee high boots</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">and the ones that can't see us</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">- can't walk in a straight line.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">and it can be one of those stories</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">that are written in one of those old books.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">you can write the last line in black ink</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">across my wrist.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">ally.<br /></span></div></span>Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306121119148229727.post-65158186216186261412009-08-25T08:10:00.007+10:002009-08-25T08:22:50.741+10:00observing ego<p align="right"><img alt="" src="http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r178/allayne13/13fv.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">As to <span style="font-size:100%;">be expected</span>,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">anything of conscience thought; of id or ego</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">is <span style="color:#999999;">trampled</span>, crushed, killed</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">as you run through it.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">And you're running because</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">at last</span>,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">fate has been held out ahead of you </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">on a piece of string.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">And so, </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">naturally,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">you chase it.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">You chase it until everything else</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">is lost</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">underneath your tunnel vision.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">You chase it until your face is unseen amoungst the waves;</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">the salt water burns your eyes and your throat;</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">cuts up your lungs from the inside, then bleeds through.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">It's only then,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">that you realise.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">I'm in the fucking ocean</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;">and I can't swim.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">ally.</span></div>Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11901145499464949328noreply@blogger.com3