Ithinkyourhouseisburningdown's Blog

ithinkyourhouseisburningdown — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 20:44:26 +0000

All the leaves have turned the colour of peaches and when they fall it’s as if they weigh nothing. An average leaf takes 4 days to reach the ground and when it finally lands it has practically disintegrated leaving only the stalk and the veins. It is considered good luck to find one where all the veins are perfectly intact. Girls wear them in their hair instead of flowers.

Nothing grows quickly anymore; apples are plucked when they are still in miniature form and are eaten as if they were grapes.

No one knows what the time is and nor do they care. It’s like when you are on holiday. The girls wear sandals and the boys try to look up their sun dresses.
This is how time passes now.

Slowly. Very Slowly.

ithinkyourhouseisburningdown — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 22:48:07 +0000

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ithinkyourhouseisburningdown — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 13:30:27 +0000

My first experience of death was Mary. I was always told not to put my finger through the bars of her cage but I thought she wouldn’t bite because she loved me. She did bite and hard. The blood from my finger tasted like salt.
We buried her in the garden and I thought I could feel my heart breaking. My dad put a brick on top of the soil and I asked him to take it off. Why he asked. Because she won’t be able to breath I said.
When we moved they knocked the house down and built a motorway on top. I thought of her small bones being picked up in the teeth of a digger.

ithinkyourhouseisburningdown — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 13:59:35 +0000

All in the same boat

A shot in the dark

Cross your fingers

The sky’s the limit

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ithinkyourhouseisburningdown — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 13:51:37 +0000

I thought about that singer who stabbed himself in the heart about 10 years ago and how a few of his fans copied him. I can’t actually remember his name but he mostly played the guitar and sometimes the piano.

ithinkyourhouseisburningdown — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 13:41:53 +0000

Barking up the wrong tree
Flogging a dead horse
When it rains it pours

ithinkyourhouseisburningdown — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 13:40:37 +0000

Out of sight out of mind

Don’t cry over spilt milk

Skeleton’s in the closet

A slip of the tongue

Let the cat out of the bag

ithinkyourhouseisburningdown — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 13:31:35 +0000

Sink/Swim

ithinkyourhouseisburningdown — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 13:22:01 +0000