I went to collect mine at the Telegraph Office, and pass it on here for those of you who are beyond the reach of the telegraph poles.
Author: dickiewhiteblog
July 30th – She was born in spring, but I was born too late.
She’s karma, energy, balance, I don’t know her name, but I know what it feels like when she comes to dispense justice.
July 27th – I am he as you are he as you are me, And we are all together.
Some have talked about experiencing a transcendent sensation about halfway through.
July 25th – I’m crazy like a fool, Wild about daddy cool.
But he immediately wrong foots me when he next says, ‘don’t you have a scintilla of remorse for the part you played?’
July 21st – Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes.
I have started to examine my motivations, and I do not come out of this well.
July 19th – She may be the song that summer sings, maybe the chill that autumn brings, maybe a hundred different things, within the measure of a day.
As she lifts the glass to her lips, still hardly a word spoken, a key is turned in the lock. She looks at me as if I’ve played a trick on her.
July 18th – My bags are packed, I’m ready to go, I’m standing here outside your door.
A moment of shame traded for a lifetime of regret; so of course I must do it – unless the moment of shame itself becomes the reason for a lifetime of regret.
July 17th – She’s the one that keeps the dream alive, from the morning, past the evening, to the end of the light.
The apostate moves on a yard or so inside the shop and so I shuffle on a pace to put myself on the shop side of the threshold, whereupon, the vultures move with me, to make sure that they’re in too.
July 16th – Not until the next time, will I cry all night for you.
Here’s my slogan: "That incident is of such little consequence that I am going to ignore it."
July 15th – Got a good reason, for taking the easy way out.
You know where this is going, even if you don’t know the result already.









