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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:mouthoff.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/</id><title>deargeoff</title><link rel="self" href="http://mouthoff.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mouthoff.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-12T01:50:27+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:mouthoff.blog.co.uk,2006-01-17:/2006/01/17/title~481206/</id><title>title-481206</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mouthoff.blog.co.uk/2006/01/17/title~481206/"/><author><name>deargeoff</name></author><published>2006-01-17T22:33:26+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:33:26+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;A new set of mantras&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;As morning greyly breaks&lt;br&gt;
Eliminate and extricate&lt;br&gt;
All the things within you&lt;br&gt;
Like a probiotic breakfast yoghurt&lt;br&gt;
If it doesn’t kill you&lt;br&gt;
it’ll make you better&lt;br&gt;
creating Ritalin level speeded up versions&lt;br&gt;
of yourself – like the advert told her &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;No instead eat the porridge&lt;br&gt;
Long term investment burns longer.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Take a deep breath in. Take one for the team&lt;br&gt;
Think of nothing but the blue wall. Think of England&lt;br&gt;
Together we can win&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anxiety Edge&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wear a veil of secrets not a cover of lies&lt;br&gt;
Its better to be patient than talk and be despised&lt;br&gt;
If you wait for your moment&lt;br&gt;
When you can confess silence&lt;br&gt;
That will be okay.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And now no-ones talking&lt;br&gt;
No one says a thing&lt;br&gt;
As Tumbletree trundles in&lt;br&gt;
Resembling something from&lt;br&gt;
The school gym&lt;br&gt;
changing room bin&lt;br&gt;
That we were forced to wear&lt;br&gt;
A smell leaks&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;They keep their distance&lt;br&gt;
Mindfully of delusional stories&lt;br&gt;
They eat close to their lips carefully&lt;br&gt;
And no one knew anything&lt;br&gt;
When he looked in their direction&lt;br&gt;
Crumbs of conversation falling out of their mouths&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Morning Halls Penitentiary&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;8 o clock walking circles through repeating white doors&lt;br&gt;
push pulling the body over each one an obstacle.&lt;br&gt;
8 laps.&lt;br&gt;
Giving up.&lt;br&gt;
Waiting.&lt;br&gt;
Walking into rooms with sleeping people in it.&lt;br&gt;
Rolling out again.&lt;br&gt;
Coughing fluff.&lt;br&gt;
Following guiding lines across the hue ceiling.&lt;br&gt;
Eyes wandering where the fire exit could be.&lt;/p&gt;
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