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Journey to the bottom of your handbag [Feb. 27th, 2004|12:28 pm]
[Feeling a bit |artisticartistic]
[Listening to |Joe Strummer]

In the land of missing Zippo
And broken cigarettes
I went with vague instructions
In search of your Lillets
Past secret bars of chocolate
And leaflets from the vets
Reminding you the time was due
To vaccinate your pets

In kingdoms of your handbag
Mysterious and old
Through wetlands of your tissues
From when you had a cold
Braved broken biscuit landslides
And Irish fifty pees
And roamed the make-up mountains
Prospecting for your keys

Down valleys of Guarana packs
Consumed when you were tired
I sledged upon your phone card
Which lon ago expired
In forests of your hairbrush
Where humans feared to go
I found a hidden treasure
A tiny bit of blow

Through caverns of your knickers
Across the cough sweet hills
Traversing cans of hairspray
And old cystitis pills
I found a contraceptive
In half an old cheese roll
Marooned inside your handbag
The tardis of your soul .

[User Picture]From: madlyfcb
2004-03-02 11:24 am (UTC)
my handbag is a maze as well ...
Forget your handbag story - spring is in the air!
it's the second day of spring!!
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[User Picture]From: satellite_kid
2004-03-03 02:55 am (UTC)
I dont accept spring until it gets warm...and its still freezing here

No blossom on the trees yet either :o(
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[User Picture]From: madlyfcb
2004-03-03 10:53 am (UTC)
yes, yes you are right
can't argue
spring is in the calendar only

birds were singing foolishly this morning
when i was on the way to work

by the time i almost got to the clinic
it started to snow heavily

the birds must have looked around
and must have thought to themselves
"oh it's too fucking early"
and then all shut up and fell asleep
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