mabye you left it on the beach? When you picked up the towels you may have droped it.
Very short, but oh so sweet. Don't be sad, just remember, everything happens for a reason!!!
bummerrrrrr! please write another sk
i'd say your blog got chewed up by the security key pad thingy that you're noodling around with at the start of this…..don't trust it with phone numbers or credit cards!
short and sweet!!
🙁 ill look for it Steve! just sit tight, that was really cool, i love the old time look:)
ooh, it makes me wonder
here's one reason why the critical acclaim for Untitled 23 didn't translate into extra sales:in the UK, the music press ads carried a quote saying"After nearly 30 years the Church have made a listenable album" ! Not QUITE the impression you wanted to convey, I guess…
LOL – "magnetic heaven" …
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at your blog loss.
who's the old sod in the occer shorts?! strewth! d'ya wear those in wup-wup, y'gallah?stone the bleedin crows!
steve is it true that Alf off Home And Away is Grant McLennan's dad?
i make the face of sad while rattling surly.
was that morricone wafting up there towards the end?
nice and not so nice (about the blog).
Have you checked with the local blog catcher?
hows your training program goinganyway…Jen x
: couldn't explain: explain: even if i could: comments re-orientating advance perception of perspective (see pre-view timebeing: 13th dream on/or at times, more than others (about loss or (whatever doesn't… but (also, see forever* and/or what it feels like))))…into the fire, meM (howthe fukwe suppose2know) who? (2day ismy birthday:)
now, avant-garde, btw====want a receipt?
Mem==says avant-garde? i say daDa? Ooopopsa i did't say nothing=–=? said?==Ooopsoos Da!?
Star crossed paths with Kilbey…. starts out with a six six six, ends up reaching out to a magnetic heaven… 45 seconds… 3, 2, 1… does ‘he find it’ can it be found? What is it? What doth the seeker seek? Thrown down to earth to create other Kilbey’s, blessedly left here to sing, swim, pace, wander the globe and try to climb the sky’s starry wall to eden… the voice always climbs farther then the arm stretching out… you are not the only one that has lost something along the weary way… your not the only one with a sole that’s so old its reflection is mirrored in ancient cave paintings and weather worn rock carvings… staring into the great big sky, still a-waiting the answer to some long lost question asked in a time-travelers light, by night… ‘and still’ your not the only one frustrated frighted or frazzled… your not the only one out on life’s type-rope-wire, swaying between heaven an hell… often we dance upon this dizzying hight… driven by the highs an the lows, when at times.., I know everything.., yet I don’t know;…; however …generally after a frenzy, comes a calm and a harmony… nature’s tempests and sweet breezes shows this reflecting through us, if we can let go an see… if I, the one an only obscure ol me' can let go.., then the one and only ‘Kilbey! can let it go… and be…’
…at this point my longitude and latitude are slightly skewed…
…composed with kindliest regards…
It was just an excuse to get your calves out.
jean-luc kilbey?gawd help us……….
Eulogy To A Missed Blog
She was wise blogshe had images that wouldset your lights afireshe will be missed by allAlthough I didn't know her personallyaccording to all her relativesshe was very generous with her knowledgeshe never hesitated to express herselfshe lived life to fullestmay she rest in scattered images and sparse thoughtand maybe one day she shall bereborn into a vessel more fit to suit herlet us bow our heads and look out to sea
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