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Lara Armitage
- Carfrae, Scotland
- Last Record: 2013-06-17 12:24:38 -0500
- Joined: Dec 05, 2010
- www.cranecrafter.co.uk
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For Joe's new collab, Tragedy / Comedy: The morning after my 20th birthday, the telephone rang. It was early - way too early for the phone to be ringing in a good way. And I was spen... |
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This is a journal entry from 2003 that I dug up a little while ago when I was going through some old boxes and it's so weird because, still to this day, I think of the whale t... |
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I can't find it now but someone posted a comment about how the shadows are assigned and I thought maybe by lottery? _______ 'Oh no!' he thought. 'Not the freakin' lamp po... |
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Lena Longray contracted ever so slightly in the mounting heat of the shimmering day. It had been a majestic trajectory this morning as she carefully crafted the tree’s long ascent up the e... |
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I am going to write you, damn it. I am going to write you into existence, shape you and form you just the way I want you like so much putty in my hands so I can throw away the original. |
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This was originally a very small part of a much larger body of work and I’m sure I wouldn’t be posting it without the Dutch courage… Pretending, igniting,... |
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For your Rhymey Chunks collaboration, VetusAnimus...
It’s astounding. ... |
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The ole’ factory is humming, right up above - in my brain, |
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Your heart is a cave I’d like to explore. From the place whence I came, I’ll be native no more. Somehow you have changed me, altered the score. Th... |
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Who is this phantom that shadows me? She is smaller, spark-bright and softer to see.
She perches and preens and eats a cake crumb, Takes ho... |
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I want to be a big brave warrior but I know that’s simply not to be - for I lack the armor and the luster to truly dodge catastrophe. ... |
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This is a contribution to sBo's wicked cool collaboration, The Last Radio Station in the World. It's long...
He stares down at the weathered workben... |
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500 years ago, you were fucking with God. You were poking your nose into the pre-ordained realm that he had so harmoniously set into motion. You were foregoing the natural order that was perfect... |
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‘Ash over life – give it an inch and it will take 500 hundred miles,’ he says out loud to the vacant cobbles. Trimming the hedges that line the three main streets takes him the... |
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We have nothing. No husk, no seed But we have enough – enough to feed.
They’ll spit While we sit Near o... |
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And we were drivin’ - drivin’ down the road, like we were headed for a place we call home but we couldn’t a-bin trad... |
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Right. I just have to get this idea out of my head because it's been buzzing around in there for days...
I would venture there's room in here for some thematic int... |
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I left you dreaming a dangerous dream in a bed that was far too big -
to throw my flames, name all the names, and dance my inevitable jig.<... |
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So here I am. A year to the day and still my head is full of criss-crosses and double-backs and all sorts of creations that would lend themselves well. I couldn't begin to speculate on the numbe... |
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If you had to pick one song to listen to on repeat for the rest of your life, what would it be? 'Hey' by the Pixies Name your top ten favorite films (no more, no less, no... |
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'Red. Green. Silver. Red. Silver. Silver. Silver. Black. Red. Silver. Hey! Yellow! There's a yellow one! Come. Quick!' 'Really? Wait. Hang on... ' 'You missed it.' |
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g: 'I want to be a vet when I grow up.' b: 'I thought you wanted to be a butterfly.' g: 'Oh yeah! I want to be a butterfly when I grow up.' b: 'What colour bu... |
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Let us travel down these well-hewn paths, Discarding all the maps and graphs, Safe (but for the pinking of the evening sky). We make murderous plans for a pri... |
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In the beginning there was darkness. This was largely because the windows were north-facing and all the lightbulbs were 60 watt. But they were happy. So ridiculously happy. The bidding process h... |
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What doesn’t ring true? That’s the thorn. Thoughts so unceremoniously unborn. All the things I haven’t ever said, all those feelings so unsunk. They hang there in the balance, ... |
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It worked? I think it worked. I look around. I’m not sure how I know it worked but suddenly I do. There are no birds quivering in mid-air or people stuck in mid-sentence; the clock hands a... |
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