So if you wish, have a swing by www. myspace.com / yayaclub...
thanks and maybe see you there as I won't be round here too often, thanks for everything folks! x


That's The MusicWhen you feel at oneThat's The Music
With every vibrating atom In the room around you and
Those beyond the walls Into the next room and out Into the garden, out through the gap in the window frame And over the street Into your neighbours garden, Beyond their window pane,
Into their front room, without making a sound, And they don't even notice, And up To the satelite That's transmitting the television Program that they're watching and Back again To your front room where Your flatmate is watching that same program...
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-Underground-This place hasn't been the same since the air ran out. I mean, earth, it's like...I've never seen so many unhappy faces. Everyone's so damn paranoid. It's pretty grim down here, I can tell you that. Trying to keep yourself occupied when there's no-one to talk to. Since our parents don't allow us to see each other anymore, I haven't seen Jake for weeks. He says he thinks I'm trying to steal his family's cow. He says that my mum has told me to get in nice and cosy and close until his family think of me as their own and then my mum wants me to steal it. Steal his God damn cow! I mean, man, it's like...I've known Jake since I was yay hig-Underground-


Two And A Half YearsHe couldn't look her in the eye. From what she had said last night in bed, he gathered that it was coming to a rather abrupt end. It was roughly three in the morning after yet another night out at Yate's. Jen had confessed that she no longer felt the attraction for her husband that had bound them so closely over the past years. It was so out of the blue. Or was it? He sat hunched over the breakfast bar, staring at the front page of yesterday's newspaper.Two And A Half Years
THREE DEAD IN LONDON CARBOMB
"Terrible, isn't it?," said Jen.
"Mmm."


IN.spirati.On Part 1I have none of the above, must have run out somewhere along the runway. And hence there has been no recent take-off, no flight from the kitchen work-top into the night sky.IN.spirati.On Part 1
So you're thinking I've lost my zest for life? Lost my sense of direction, have I? No fight left in me? I would say that might have been true if I hadn't met Corina: The Girl In The Plaid Shirt.
Corina had pig-tails on either side of the front of her face that made her look like she was 16 years old. I mean, I'm no nonce but the way she appeared was enough to turn anyone- male or female, hetro or homo- into a puddle of his, or her, own juice
How are you?
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98% of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature
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