Treasure Island

James Daniel Brough

(15/07/79 / Birmingham)

Satellites and Sunscreen


She's on the horizon
Don't lose perspective

Keep busy
Live in Public
In a Trance
Forgetting
Pretending

TearsSome Quiet Time. Running Everywhere
Fast Food Comfort Food
Perfect Every Time

Third Hand
Sudden Panic

research
substanceless
over analysis

Conclusion
Door Shuts To Push Click

Blip On the Horizon
Don't lose perspective

A prelude
A plan
Distortion.

It's over

Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2008

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  • Malini Kadir (2/22/2008 11:07:00 AM)

    Conclusion
    Door Shuts To Push Click

    Blip On the Horizon
    Don't lose perspective

    A prelude
    A plan
    Distortion.

    It's over...I like the way you conclude.... (Report) Reply

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