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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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Category Archives: Bad Poetry
An Undertaking
This is a poem of some description accidentally written after seeing an advert for Aussie shampoo. Continue reading
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I: Dead Leaves Lo I was dragged beneath the Earth By a cloud of smoke and chains Tumbled a name from Her tongue Yet I followed her beyond the trees Trod light upon the eaves For dead leaves make Yuletide … Continue reading
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Pooetry
A: Sleep of the Twenties And I find it hard to sleep Amongst the ruins of the week As my endeavours crumble And the floorboards creak B: Dear Green It’s a thick concrete dialect Of a slum sucker proxy Makeshift … Continue reading
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Ennui IV
No dream Nor slumber for the bitter slow Anger and hope Learned all by rote The undiscovered form Out of dust and time In the great and cold expanse of its own mind And like pointed teeth gleam Of a … Continue reading
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Each Night (No Light)
Late in the hours of her crest arising Then I will rest my weary frame alone And so each night I dream of home In deep hues painted dark and rich But no light pours twitch my blue curtains Not … 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
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