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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:sea-me.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/</id><title>Seas</title><link rel="self" href="http://sea-me.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sea-me.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-12T18:45:22+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:sea-me.blog.co.uk,2008-07-22:/2008/07/22/79-days-later-4482134/</id><title>79 days later</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sea-me.blog.co.uk/2008/07/22/79-days-later-4482134/"/><author><name>sea_me</name></author><published>2008-07-22T09:00:49+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:00:49+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;N change either , all I see is despair , I haven't had one good day here. Yup I feel sorry for myself , and yes that's pathetic and childish but yer know what , I couldn't care less , I am so angry the whole time , I wake up angry I get angrier all day then I got to bed angry. I want to get violent , smack some life into the locas , the builders espescially. Overcharging incomers , not returning phone calls , never replying to calls. Not wanting to work on old houses because it's too much hard work , ah , shame. Only wanting to build nice new timber frame kit bungalows, pathetic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://sea-me.blog.co.uk/2008/07/22/79-days-later-4482134/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:sea-me.blog.co.uk,2008-05-04:/2008/05/04/torn-to-bits-4128169/</id><title>torn to bits</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sea-me.blog.co.uk/2008/05/04/torn-to-bits-4128169/"/><author><name>sea_me</name></author><published>2008-05-04T06:10:42+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T06:17:57+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I get violent when I'm fucked up , so said the clash . I feel the other way around unless I get fucked up I will get violent. Island life is shitHow dod I get in this mess , , the crownong achievement of 40 years of adult stupidity, a misguided belief I should care for a parent , driven by unfounded guilt , I had no responsability yet I took it , and here I am on an island I don't like , in a house I don't like. I feel a complete outsider all the time here , nervous and paranoid in my garden , overlooked by the whole village. What can I do the parent only seeks selfish ends , and I do not have the nerve to leave them. I am stuck cornered,trapped. How can I walk away?&lt;br&gt;
And why do the people here not care for their island anymore , why is there so much litter,abandoned cars , fishery rubbish everywhere, and farming debris , old trailers , old shit, why do they build such ugly houses , and let the pretty old ones fall to bits where they stand? Qhy are their teenage kids vandals? Noisy,rude and disrespectful.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://sea-me.blog.co.uk/2008/05/04/torn-to-bits-4128169/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:sea-me.blog.co.uk,2007-01-27:/2007/01/27/tired_again~1630265/</id><title>Tired Again</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sea-me.blog.co.uk/2007/01/27/tired_again~1630265/"/><author><name>sea_me</name></author><published>2007-01-27T07:06:08+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:06:08+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I get so bored of being tired , tired tired all the time , why ? I'm told because I have an illness , a virus that is eating my Liver and who knows what else. At least I can't find a consensus of opinion on the matter , some say it will affect the brain some deny this , some say it will affect muscle tissue , bones , mood and so on. All I can say is I feel knackered very often intersprsed with pains in my legs that make me want to cut them off. I won't die though , or give in to the little bastards , a virus ? any idea how small that is ? What annoys me is that catching it was nooooo fun either , the daily nightmare of adiction , withdrawal , fix , now a thing of my past but not forgotten lightly. Then there was the booze , hammering my Liver for years and years , whilst the poor old organ wasunder attach by the viral spawn of satan , still what I've forgotten is to be grateful for , at least I can only remember some of the gut churning times , the constant fear the neverending cravings , the standing outside asda at 8 O'clock waiting always waiting.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://sea-me.blog.co.uk/2007/01/27/tired_again~1630265/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:sea-me.blog.co.uk,2007-01-26:/2007/01/26/la_belle_france~1626301/</id><title>la belle france</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sea-me.blog.co.uk/2007/01/26/la_belle_france~1626301/"/><author><name>sea_me</name></author><published>2007-01-26T15:26:24+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T15:26:24+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Is it ? I mean I've been here two months , the temperature has been below zero most of the time , otherwise raining. But there's some real great differences , I know this is a cliche but the food is great , not the fancy resteraunt cheffy snob wouldn't feed a mouse stuff . The everyday things , the vegetables from the market , they taste better , like they used to in England, the cheese does too , though I miss cheddar, it's all just better somehow. The people are well mannered, polite and friendly . The service is second to none , there is much much less traffic , oh and the food is cheaper , we did just a weekly shop today for 60 quid, for two people. I'm gonna have a better look around though , I think below the surface life here may be a bit two sided.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://sea-me.blog.co.uk/2007/01/26/la_belle_france~1626301/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:sea-me.blog.co.uk,2007-01-26:/2007/01/26/emptiness~1624261/</id><title>emptiness</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sea-me.blog.co.uk/2007/01/26/emptiness~1624261/"/><author><name>sea_me</name></author><published>2007-01-26T09:13:56+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:13:56+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I stand and stare at empty air&lt;br&gt;
he's just not there he doesn't care&lt;br&gt;
vacuos intention a void invention&lt;br&gt;
i look at nothing at no one's care&lt;br&gt;
what emptiness what loss outer space of time&lt;br&gt;
wasted journey wasted life wasted energy&lt;br&gt;
a vacuos intent narcistic love&lt;br&gt;
in service begging craving name&lt;br&gt;
your country not ours nor feet on same ground&lt;br&gt;
paltry puppet of mighty greeds serving vacant premiers needs&lt;br&gt;
people strangers humans none your countrymen gone&lt;br&gt;
i could go on and on and on like you&lt;br&gt;
but i said my bit to me your gas&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;mr tony blair?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://sea-me.blog.co.uk/2007/01/26/emptiness~1624261/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:sea-me.blog.co.uk,2007-01-24:/2007/01/24/free_seasons~1615192/</id><title>free seasons</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sea-me.blog.co.uk/2007/01/24/free_seasons~1615192/"/><author><name>sea_me</name></author><published>2007-01-24T19:18:58+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T19:18:58+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I'm in france it's freezing , minus 6 and not me pleasing . Snow is falling all around cannot see the erfing ground.Scotland is warmer now say the Met , has the winter happened yet.&lt;/p&gt;
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