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Alastair

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joined on 01/23/06
last updated 08/16/06
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Fruitlessly attempting to figure me out. Occasionally coming to an idea, then life proving me wrong. What I know for sure is that I can never know for sure.
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Hey y'all
I'm headin up the road to visit a dear friend of mine who's studying up in Kelowna. I'm hoping to head there on either Thursday night or Friday and am on the lookout for a ride. Any leads??

Alastair. 778-737-7059
Tue, October 30, 2007 - 1:24 PM permalink - 1 comment
 
I want to run hard
I want to feel the concrete beneath me
Its porous nature soaking up any sweat that seeps from me.
Any drip that finds its way out of me
I want to run hard

I want to breathe where I can’t breathe any more
Gasping for breath as I push myself foreword
Gasp with my blood coming up my throat
Cough it all and then dryly inhale as the moisture pours out of every crevice
Dry my parched teeth gums and tongue they all crack
I want to run hard

I want to run till my t... read more
Sat, April 21, 2007 - 3:05 AM permalink - 2 comments
 
For all the years I remember,
We’ve gathered when the sun seldom shines
Round a wet table to share our colours with families
An that event engages the calendars of our time

Sisters and I
Portraits of us now, spread thinly across the country
Each with germinating lives.
Yet, we soak up the sun at different times
These flowers seldom congregate

The light shines upon us, and fractures, spreading colours to each one.
All different, and all the same
We bloom

So now I wash us ... read more
Thu, April 12, 2007 - 1:20 PM permalink - 1 comment
 
I found a man inside a tree this afternoon.
He'd made it his home on the side of the road
A hollow tree,
An art gallery
A craft shop
A gathering place
A trumpet and guitar leaning against the thatched mats lining the walls
A man who's love for his country is also his concern.
Concerns that most don't see
The infiltration of European and North American cultures slowly eating away customs
Plastic bags discarded as if they're organic

Huge advertisments line the streets.
"eat USA r... read more
Thu, November 30, 2006 - 2:17 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
The slow approaching pressure of judgment sinks in around me
I feel not at fault
Perhaps missunderstood
Perhaps not, but a single worked word can be read as emansipation or decimation to the reader

Such is the power of the word.
Warping capabilities to interperet what you do and do not want to comprehend. You may be off the author's path.

Cold cool stone.
Battered about by waves.
Rest on solomn sand

Wed, November 22, 2006 - 3:06 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
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