Aberystwyth « The Paperclip Script

I am not in a great frame of mind, so I’ll keep it brief. Went up to Aber for the weekend, back home now with the kats and my wife. Great to see everyone, I am suprised how much Aber has changed. Progress versus the ideal state of stagnation within the minds of those who studied there.
However, I am depressed by people’s driving and the assumption that you are a lesser being by what car you drive. Are we all this shallow? If I could, I would sell the car as a statement protest against the use of vehicles as a status symbol. You can tell we own a small car?
I went to see what was left of Llanbadarn Campus, the halls are gone now, see the facebook group for pictures of the tragic moments.
I’ll leave it there as I am already starting to rant.

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Cheesegreen – My poetry ‘Plog’

Teeth 21/11/2009

My aim, when spitting That mouth mixed minty Broth, concocted each time teeth are scrubbed has been perfected after My grandmother, told me off for missing the plug And not rinsing the sink. Now, I can aim a jet of water Like a vegas fountain with Accuracy that’d make her Proud.

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Face 21/11/2009

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Car Boot 21/11/2009

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Mensa 16/11/2009

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Owe 08/11/2009

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Roll your tongue over the slow earth, the live earth told in slow dreams. Letter over letter, lets roll over.

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