Failure Crawled up my Leg

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Please buy my book

http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0953456617/ref=sr_aps_books_1_1/202-5747967-9365460

Rogan Whitenails, Thursday, 5 December 2002 19:19 (twenty-three years ago)

please tell me why i should buy your book, and then i will consider it :-)

donna (donna), Thursday, 5 December 2002 19:40 (twenty-three years ago)

Please buy my book

There's a link, go have a look.

mark p (Mark P), Thursday, 5 December 2002 19:44 (twenty-three years ago)

yeah i did.

donna (donna), Thursday, 5 December 2002 19:50 (twenty-three years ago)

yeah i did.

Nice work, kid.

mark p (Mark P), Thursday, 5 December 2002 19:56 (twenty-three years ago)

From the writeup, there's two words that could make me go either way on this one: "tick" and "testicles".

Sean Carruthers (SeanC), Thursday, 5 December 2002 20:05 (twenty-three years ago)

I suppose I don't really want you to buy it. I would love you to read it, though. Email your snail address to my inbox, and I'll send you a free copy, donna.

Rogan Whitenails, Thursday, 5 December 2002 20:11 (twenty-three years ago)

Haha Sean which word does which?

mark p (Mark P), Thursday, 5 December 2002 20:11 (twenty-three years ago)

yay! thanks. you do realise that i am on the other side of the planet though?

donna (donna), Thursday, 5 December 2002 20:16 (twenty-three years ago)


Don't worry. That's cool.

Rogan Whitenails, Thursday, 5 December 2002 20:23 (twenty-three years ago)

thank you, that is very nice of you rogan.

donna (donna), Thursday, 5 December 2002 20:30 (twenty-three years ago)

The Boom Op. Blues (working temporarily as a background artist)

This is a tale of bits, made whole,
When bound in the mouths that tell it;
A tale of debris - the bones of a vole,
Scuffling inside a pellet
Deposited by an owl;
A tale of failure and detritus;
Of going from Tie-Rack to Titus
In two days - so distant:
Playing a scrawny sales assistant,
Serving the actors who starred,
Then playing a Roman guard,
Behind a gladiator.
I should be a boom operator,
A dubbing mixer, sound recordist;

My life is the fading scent on my wrist -
A perfume bottle - the Tester;
And I am Electromancer’s jester.
My life is last-orders, the coded bell;
My life is the tale that no one will tell
(Its bits are far too bitty);
Pyrotechnical self-pity,
Panic attacks, the dole:
A tale of debris, the bones of a vole.
The infinite emoticon,
The omniscient soul -
And God googles everyone,
Except the scuffling vole;
Except, it seems, the scuffling vole.

www.electromancer.com

Rogan Whitenails, Tuesday, 17 December 2002 19:33 (twenty-three years ago)


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