Paul Rees-Jones

Just wanted to send a thanks out to the three groups featuring my poem Face in the Smoke.
Inspired by Rob Toombs Blue Scent
Do you see the face?

She wanted to sing and then want ed to share…excuse the quickness of the video…not much time was spent on the processing…this was fun,

Tonight my girls and I discovered glow in the dark nail polish…and It was good.
Something about dancing in the dark with glowing nails that makes you extremely giddy. Before you knew it we were screaming out melodious (to us) notes of laughter and performing as much glow in the dark interpretive dance as our minds could muster!

Fun had by all…nail polish still on! WOOT! I think glow in…

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So there has been so much concerning people reading one of their poems that I decided to try to doit myself…SOOOOOO…I put together this rather amatuerish quickie.

So if you like take a listen to Soluble.

Be nice…it is my first time.

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Anger is like gangrene…
both fester…
better to cut it off before it rots you away.

Sorry…brain is musing.

There are those that love to hate.
Then there are those that hate to love.

I think hating to love is worse because those that love to hate always seem so happy in their ignorance.

I was just thinking tonight.

Good friends are those you feel you can trust.
Friends are those you can’t.
Enemies are those you won’t.

Thanks RB for featuring my poem Autumn.

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WARNING…THIS JOURNAL CONTAINS ABSOLUTELY NO USEFUL INFORMATION AND MAY RAMBLE ON WITH NO POINT.

Hello my Ramblers…How ya doin?
Sooooo why the ramble this evening…to be honest i don’t know. Sometimes I just get in the mood to type and hope that it goes somewhere. I find rambling to be rather theraputic at times. Just the words and me and then hopefully a couple of you.

I have had the…

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WARNING…THIS JOURNAL CONTAINS ABSOLUTELY NO USEFUL INFORMATION AND MAY RAMBLE ON WITH NO POINT.

Hello my ramblers and lovers of the night…unless you are on the other side of the planet in which case…lovers of the morning!

I sit at this computer and wonder how it is possible that one machine could become so important in such a short period of time. When i was a wee lad of 14 i remember…

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