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Hello Internet. I am Paul F. Ferguson. This is my blog. I include the F. because I want to distinguish myself slightly from all the other Paul Fergusons on the internet, of which there are many. It also deservedly puts me in the company of other such presidential fellows such as Chester A. Arthur and John Q. Adams.
I currently live in Glasgow, Scotland. It's okay. I wouldn't mind living somewhere else though.
I use this blog to post things of various interest including thoughts, interests, music reviews, game reviews, photos, whatever I feel like. Sometimes I talk about my life, but it's not that interesting, so mostly other stuff.
I am going to redesign it in 2011, mark my words.
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Daily Archives: May 7, 2008
Time of Darkness
Sounds of a broken engine Carry foul in rusted air Refuse for the babies to feed upon The city is a machine Tearing the sacred limb from limb I am simply flesh I am naught a thing but a piece … Continue reading
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Bones of a Horse
The silence was deafening As the pin hit the tile A mouth filled with bile And legacies of regret Mix with the sting of defeat Sit and watch all your plans Wither in the cold daylight Bleaching the bones of … Continue reading
Posted in Bad Poetry
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