Innumerable Sightings of Edwards

before contact with Egypt
she had no idea she was a surrealist

Adrift in an era of fading tradition and increasing lawlessness
watching as a chance heckle or slip of the tongue inflates into a full-blown nonsense fantasy

she posed women poised against the sky with their children,
women planted like trees in the mother earth,
raggle-taggle families of tinkers and wanderers

she had had nightmares about their conflicts for many years

All of these are just objects now, dead, encased
as ancient as the decaying sand faces of the rulers

Over the years, innumerable sightings of Edwards
have proved to be thoroughly and tastefully unfounded

before working in a mental hospital, he photographed incoming patients
Nothing could be further from his grim, grey 1933 mural
transposed to a world of strong light, intense color and heat

at home in Lincolnshire and he played a slow, mournful tune

things looked bleak, the old man's changes gave her no hope
basking in the tide of international goodwill, she can’t say why

a hangover from their days in religious meeting house
other women and other women's children behaved in cruel ways

The outcome of this process presented a clear choice
amalgamated with its similarly struggling rival, the Playhouse
a literary policy was put in place with mysticism and its connection with the very soil

the only one who can lay undoubted claim to the life and times of the composer

or interpreted to shore it up

Odd to be back here


54 hours stuck in traffic
where the refugees could face death
inside the compound
A California couple has created a mini-savannah—replete with zebras, giraffes, cheetahs, and other African animals

the father who murdered his mother skipped school on Tuesday,
spoke on condition of anonymity
his words echoed eternally in the famous war photo
of the soldier who decoded the coffee bean’s genes

societies are trying to arrange housing for thousands
in the port city
a sea change in the apparent industry
driven by a return of investor appetite
united their families' different faiths

their slaves are adjusting to life
described as doing well today, breathing on their own as they recovers from an operation to unite
indigenous communities along the jungle river

the mother sells their artwork to fund continued school programs for the youngsters
The plan is not without controversy, as some locals claim she is only selling her own
photos of sights around the city
that zoom in on patients' eyes and bellies

Odd to be back here

Tims IS Strange, wouldn't you Agree?

oky...umm ,1) everything which move has its own time , time is wrong , 2)your child can be older that you if you move is 2.7 * 10(7) m/s ....he will born when you are 20 and then after 40 years you two will be in the same age and any time after that he will be older...3)every emotionstarts in the brian so its easy to make your self happy or sad or even rich the only thing you have to do is beleive that in all your mind and start living it ....4)u can see futer when you make ur mind in a state with release the time effects that why sometimes people say (oh , im sure that i have seen this before )...im sorry sir becuase my languge is broken and maybe if i could speak in my languge it will be more clear and understandable....thx for your time ....

Clearly This Sensitive Soul Has the Wrong Man

Date: Sat Aug 4 21:23:33 2007
From: Ivan

To: Lukas
Subject: Re[1]: Privet dear!


Hello, Lukas

Each time I see the rain, I think that heavens are crying. There is always
a reason for crying. Either sad or happy. If I would criticize myself, I'd
make a conclusion that most of my tears are for sad moments. Someone made
me feel bad, or I've watched bad news on TV, or the movie is sad, or old
people pass away, there are so many reasons for sad tears:.
However I know that there are happy tears as well! I remember myself at the
Graduation from school. I remember birthdays, when you get what you wished
so much! I remember the feeling of being happy for someone else and feeling
the tears even though knowing that everything is wonderful. They say that
only emotional people cry. It is not true. Everyone does, even the
strongest and the toughest:
I dream that we can have a family, and that I could cry only happy tears,
our wedding, birth of the first kid, our anniversaries, our little holidays,
our career growth:: Don't you also dream about this?... I am waiting for
you for further communication and relations.

Bye

Ivan

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Pervert's Clock

Swiss clock
Whose hour hand were in the shape
Of a girls arms clasped together
The minute hand
Her legs
She did her most magnificent
Contortions at the oddest times of day
In the middle her small body and head
Made her look quite freakish
It was given to be by an uncle
Not a favorite one
Not one disliked either
A medium uncle

Might still have smelled like her
It might still have smelled of Christmas
when she kept in on
It was cold she said

He didn’t know how to light a fire, he said
Then, he gave her a watch
Gold or silver, he couldn’t remember
She thanked him, she already had one
Just like it, but it no longer worked
He thought of that watch now
His gift not the broken one
As he held the scarf loosely on his left hand
Like he was clutching something he had once
Let go of but never would again
His mother had bought it for her
they did not get along
they fought like a mother and daughter would
and maybe he loved her more because
she made him think of his mother like that
like somebody’s daughter

Syd Barrett
1946-2006