The Swamp

So yesterday my mum and my sister and a neighbour and i were bored and so ventured up to lower Halstow (hereafter refered to as 'the swamp' or 'land of the Downey Bird') and walked on this weirdo beach (taking special care to avoid passing ducks) The deal is that this big part of the land used to be a brick works where they melted down old crokery and glass into bricks, the factory no longer stands but the beach and just below the topsoil is filled with bricks and MILLIONs of really old plates and bottles and stuff, all smashed up obviously but terribly attractive and interesting to an arty person like my mum. I found some bit of bottles which were only half melted and looked really cool, and an arm from a porecelain figure, just the arm. Also we found the one intact thing on the whole massive beach, a little glass jar packed with mud which stopped it breaking. All in all this proved a brilliant way to procrastinate and avoid revising for a day, now i've just got the fort Pitt prom to distract me.

Bizarrely i have completely abandoned the rented tux i would have got from Burtons in favour of something more personal, i have bought trousers and shoes from Dockside and my Grandad has lent me his dinner Jacket, plus My mother has this great chinesey material for a bow tie and cumberbunbunbunbubunbund. That's all for now i think...

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# posted by The Prisoner | 11:16 AM |

Y'know i'm born to lose, and gamblings for fools, but thats the way i like it baby i dont wanna live for eva.....and don't forget the joker!.........Daddy.......Do you call me daddy cos im old? do you call me baby cos im young? and i could be the one, who gets to take you home. Honey.....do you call me honey cos im sweet? sweet like the sugar in my tea, and i take more than three, and thats what makes me sweet. and i would like to say today it would be nice to run away, monday to thursday every week, we can see what we can be. and you wont serve another drink to lonely men who think they own a piece of you, they snap their fingers, tell you what to do. and they would like to take you home, well i guess their not alone.....................This aint murdermile its just the way i smile. Kiss all your fingers, whats that for? You'll never get to heaven with your shirt all torn..........Not a prisoner, i'm a free man, and my blood is my own now, dont care where the past was, i know where i'm going!......On Iron Horse he flies, on iron horse he'd gladly die.....Change, everything you are and everything you were, youre number has been called, fights battles have begun revenge will surely come, your hard times are ahead.......We're all living in amerika, amerika ist wunderbar......FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YA TELL ME......Sandy why can't we look the other way?......Where's my Elvis?.....Don't try rules cos they do not apply.....She got me with a suckerpunch.....
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