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Friday, July 22, 2005
Darda McDonagh
This is the least flattering picture of my friend Darda I could find, in it she looks like George Formby on speed. In fact she looks like a sexy, arty, 30 something in real life, and flirty with it.
Bio
Darda was big on the Lesbian girl rock scene in the early 90s. She had her own band and wrote numerous top 2000 hits. She bacame known to the tabloids when she became romatically linked to Sting, Mick Jagger and Ravi Shankar. Apparently his sitar was amazing. This is all in fact lies. Darda has led a fascinating life and was in a band and is an amazing musician. If I ever get her drunk enough to get some stories from the past I'll let you know.
She is also a poetess and this is one of her latest pieces.
PVC and Poppers
There was a young lady called Rose,
Who was actually 97 years old,
She always stank of poppers,
Which upset the other shoppers,
And needed to be gone over with a hose.
Bus rises were an excisting journey,
As Rose wore bright red PVC,
A Coat, short, wonderbra and hat,
Wheich enhanced hervarious veins and fat,
And the Vodka made her even more feisty.
On her detahbed Rose declared her love,
For the driver of the number 374,
She begged for a dying kiss,
He clenched both his fists,
As he thought she looked like the back of his bus.
Love, Peace and happiness.
Jot



Wednesday, July 20, 2005
The Silence Born

It comes as breath from the haunted place,
Bringing dark joys from a hidden heart.
In it lurk old friends;
splintered remains buried deep.

Flesh made fluid,
in the sea of embrace.
Names never said, lost to the dance.
Ancient gods will find their worship.

Then the silence was born and made living meat.
Animated through the holy Sun,
sacrificed to the living wave.
Then born eternal, just as that lie that makes the eye bright.

Now in all it lives and feeds.
Gorging on living gristle.
To it we must sacrifice all we find that is unholy,
In return all it asks is that we hear.



Monday, July 18, 2005

Many journeys start beyond word and finish beyond words.




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