Category: Toms
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When Grease meets Hair. My Hair.
I got hair It’s multiplying And I’m losing control ‘Cause the power it’s revealing It’s horrifying It better shape up ‘Cause I need a cut And my eyes just can’t see through It better shape up It better understand For my sight I must be true Nothing left Nothing left for me to do I’m…
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Guess Who?
I was looking through some old photographs the other day, and came across a couple of class group photos, from, I think, the first and third year of secondary school, and then, even earlier from the sunny days of the infants school that I attended. The secondary school photos were both dour and grey (with…
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Ministers without a purpose
I am not at all politically minded. I don’t like politics of any kind, not the governmental kind, the office kind, or the little one-on-one kind. To me, it’s all manipulation, co-operation, beg, steal or borrow, or you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. I constantly have an itchy back, and manage to scratch…
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One Minute Ramble: Right Now!
Right now, my mind is empty. Right now, my inner personalities – all of them – are elsewhere. Right now, I’m needing something to write for this post. Right now, my mind is empty. Right now, I’m feeling relaxed and calm. Right now, I’m happy. Right now, I am simply being. Right now. And now.…
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The Hay Fever Dance
Seriously, hay fever is nothing to sneeze at. It hurts. You can’t see. You can’t breathe. You can’t talk. You can’t swallow. Yo can’t type. No hang on, that’s only one of my symptoms. It affects everybody in similar and different ways, but everyone who suffers suffers. Seriously suffers. I love being outside on a…
The Mansionic Perspective 