A Poem

    In the trickle, ebb and flow
    There is only one thing I know
    To buy a house is very bad
    To buy a house can drive you mad

    Stuff that can go pear shaped will
    Leaving you faint and feeling ill
    Deposit hanging by a thread,
    They’ll grind your bones to make their bread

    Everything down to the wire,
    My head is like a tumble dryer
    Moving at a glacial pace
    Then scrambling fear in undue haste

    A faxing here, a faxing there
    Pretending that you really care
    The only good thing I can equate?
    From all this crap, I’ve lost some weight.

    (It still drags on - sentiment same as previous post - too stressed to blog - though some therapeutic rhyming seems to have seeped through my fingertips.)


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Fork the house and moving north…here’s what you really should do for the next year:

http://launch.yahoo.com/read/news.asp?contentID=213233

I’m sure you two will get along GREAT, finally there’s someone who equally shares your pleasure in kicking things.

Scott typed this on May 14 03 at 2:20 pm

WALK AWAY DUDE…AGAIN

Anonymous typed this on May 14 03 at 4:42 pm

Scott- the advertisement was in the paper here on Friday - my dad cut it out for me! But I haven’t seen it yet. Might send over a DVD of the BM clips! Ha ha ha. Like Courtney Love really wants a bass player from Melbourne….though we do share a love of kicking…you are (curiously) correct ;o)

beTh typed this on May 14 03 at 4:48 pm

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