h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

and so I sank down on my knees by that iron gate,
and how gorgeous the iron there tasted , sweet as honey
sweeter more tender than ever , lavender heather left
Impressed upon the lips ,yet to be savoured ,from iced
Finger tips, yet never had I ever before,
tasted before looking, not on the out side before now.


but from somewhere deep
within in the inside
looking out.
is this hell I'm in .
I don't know what to look for
and it's cold out here
child is cold hear me
Fear is near me
though I have the fur to cover me.

The hole inside is swallowing me, whole
My soul has gone through the hole in my sole,
My self in poor health ,t’s the wine racks and the rueing
For the heart lead the head you’re well worth pursuing.

So sitting here I now find myself , waiting for the weight
To be lifted calling to the wright ,sprites of the night,
(tbc.)

taken and sculpted from a email pleasent to recieve ,inspiration from
modern times, eddison maybe bairde a feared the speed that now we need

just some breeze across your place
nothing to erase
a light embrace
not on your face
I'm too far away for that
lad

stop yer nervous stamping

I saw a storm tonight

What is it with 'windows'? Of the soul and insomania, ah? Had the same twitch of curtains in the early morn, around 5isham, Wednesday. Same window now, but different view. Sober 'tis all and still sleepy...

"baby baby baby crawl out of your shell
I wanna show you something if you promise not to tell"
nicked from chuck prophet

it's my morning PenJen
tripping on coffee, boiling squash for the family dinner a couple hours hense; thus I could not resist a resistless pen

Hope the day/eve went well, Mare... yet another Novembery morn with me and curtains a twitching...