Monthly Archives: September 2013

Eddy on the stumblefind.

Ah, the sweet and delicate victory in finding something before one realises it’s been lost (RIZLA+)
Just serendipitously accepting the convenience, without having to priorly endure the terrible irk that arrives upon realisation that the potential antidote to such a loss lies – everywhere…
Oh, the wrench of not finding something until it’s found!
Why can’t one somehow find it before?! rizla-regular-green-900x900

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Firewood.

Just one more smoke afore I sleep
Rolls me away, away to keep
My heart from placing cause to weep,
Oceans shallow’d by sorrow’s deep

But then with thrift of feet on fire
Come cut-throat tones thrashed from the lyre
And shimmer through my window wire,
Firewood sorrow for inner pyres