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July 20, 2014 at 3:01pm

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Self improvement is a lot like walking between two small towns at night; most of your time is spent on a dark road, thirsty, hungry, increasingly fatigued, getting distracted by noises in the bushes and getting disheartened by the distances on the roadsigns, as you watch seemingly endless streams of people fly past you in their cars, with your body and mind trying make you take wrong turns or give up. But with perseverence and conviction you’ll eventually see the streetlights in the distance. If can you get that far, you’ll get all the way there.










July 16, 2014 at 10:59pm

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Reblogged from oneminutemoneymagazine

Beyond Capitalism: Economy serving the people, not people serving the economy by Richard Wilson, Labour Parliamentary Candidate for Guildford →

oneminutemoneymagazine:

[Many thanks to Richard for his guest contribution]

After 1945, the post-war consensus in the UK lasted through periods of both Labour and Conservative governments. There was a mixed economy where markets were controlled to meet the objectives of the state. This broke down in 1979 and was…

An interesting article on the perils of neoliberalism in the UK.










July 14, 2014 at 8:40pm

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Low on energy / Full of serotonin
Low on chance / Full of possibility
Low on essence / Full of reflection
Low on muse / Full of love
Low on fight / Full of orders










8:04pm

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In the Blink of an Eye

In the blink of an eye
We wave goodbye
With a slowly drowning hope

In the blink of an eye
We justify
We tell ourselves we cope

In the blink of an eye
We live and die
By ventricles and veins

In the blink of an eye
We hide our sky
To protect us from our pain










8:03pm

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St Pancras in poetically prophetic perspectivised postulation.










July 4, 2014 at 7:34pm

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…fluctuations you can’t control
Are smashing plates inside your soul…










July 2, 2014 at 10:06pm

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Hong Kong: Mass arrests a disturbing sign for peaceful protest | Amnesty International →

Amnesty International’s reaction to the July 1st Hong Kong protests makes for an interesting read.

Over 7% of Hong Kongers actively took to the streets in protest against China yesterday.

I’m still not as knowledgeable as I’d like to be on all this, but freedom of information, democracy and liberty are three things I consider to be a right that everybody should be entitled to at all times, If this is indeed being eroded in Hong Kong, as many are saying, then I salute all the peaceful protesters and support then 100%.

Information for or against is most welcome, as I would like to know more.










June 28, 2014 at 2:47pm

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I’m opening this punk and poetry show tonight! 
If you’re around Nottingham later, then do stop by The Foresters, Huntingdon Street, from 7 til late.
Excited to be getting back on the stage :D

I’m opening this punk and poetry show tonight! 

If you’re around Nottingham later, then do stop by The Foresters, Huntingdon Street, from 7 til late.

Excited to be getting back on the stage :D










June 27, 2014 at 9:56pm

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Still here

I’m still here, by the way. Unfortunately, the last couple of months have been absolutely gruelling and very difficult on mind and body. The 13 hour wageslave days of stress and disaster have been killing me, amongst a few other personal things.

I promised myself that 2014 would be the best year of my life to date and it still will be, this has just been a blip.

Lots of goodness to follow, and soon. Watch this space and love you all, even you ;-)

t. xx










June 9, 2014 at 8:12pm

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8.19

Heavy eyes meet velvet skies
Outside that tinted glass
In swigs between some mumbles
As they wait for towns to pass
Fading jeans on fading seats
Are from and in between
This train arrives in London
At exactly 8.19

Tablets, phones and magazines
In an air conditioned daze
Divert our multicoloured souls
From a hope induced malaise
A punch of air, a bunch of same
On the way to where we’ve been
This train arrives in London
At exactly 8.19

Tickets wait inside our wallets
For our barriers and crumbs
Parents roll toward their children
Lovers minty fresh their gums
An onward journey beckons
As din replaces green
This train arrives in London
At exactly 8.19