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Buick City Complex: Louis Theroux

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All this makes for fascinating viewing, especially to an Englishman. From the mind of Perfect Virgo. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada. Buick City Complex is where short stories, essays, diary entries, poetry or music reviews have appeared since 2004, often accompanied by a photo. View my complete profile. WRITERS POETS AND ARTISTS. British Pound exchange rate. The Naked Vacuum Cleaner. Shelfari: Book reviews on your book blog.

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Buick City Complex: January 2015

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A certain little lady drives for ninety minutes. This is just some of what she brings with her. To say we eat a supper of bread and cheese does no justice at all to this sumptuous feast: numerous exotic, flavoured cheeses; rosemary bread; dipping oils loaded with herbs and spices; crackers; bruschetta; antipasto tomato salad; a giant cheese cake; and milk chocolate. As if all that were not enough, she bakes buttermilk biscuits (scones in the UK) which sit in bags in my freezer. It's an incredible life.

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Buick City Complex: November 2014

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The man in the shed. The dark is immediate and total. Like the end of time. Not menacing, but a comforting embrace. Sanctuary. When Peter was a boy his father reassured him there was nothing to fear from the dark. It's all dark Pete-boy. Seeing, is only light bouncing back. He eases his haunches onto a high stool. The creaking boards and the sweet aroma of old fertilizer are a safe familiar world. Hope laps the garden. Peter sits motionless in the dark, his presence hidden. Braying donkey laughter from t...

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Buick City Complex: April 2015

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The Naked Vacuum Cleaner. On my way," she texted. "Shopping done! I'll be ready," I replied. But ready for what, and by when? I consulted my watch and sketched out a mental plan by which I would be sitting comfortably in my armchair awaiting Susan's arrival with time to spare, bathed, shaved, bathroom cleaned, laundry folded and stowed, and my modest abode vacuumed and scrubbed to the point where eating off the floor would be a serious contention; my preferred way of life. Her initial reply was a cluckin...

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Buick City Complex: From the Roof of the World

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From the Roof of the World. Lace your fingers with mine, fall in step with me. Love me, baby, in the way only you can. Cradle my heart with your tender slender fingers. Sing a soft lullaby as I drift away in your arms. Old grey yesterdays, silent, dark and troubled. Are piles of stone, layered in history's dust. A summer breeze lifts, wafts a new virgin sheet. That lands upon our laps, awaits our words of love. You and I are poised at the roof of the world. Let's launch headlong into the majestic sky,.

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Buick City Complex: July 2015

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My perfect time for grocery shopping is early morning, very early morning, preferably in darkness. Gliding into an empty parking lot, sauntering up and down empty aisles, perusing fully stocked shelves without distraction is heavenly. But even at 6am I might not be the only shopper and if I spy someone I'll take a detour to avoid them. I mean, who wants to say "excuse me" to reach the salad dressing when you're the only two people in a vast store? Susan likes to hurry round the store but it's so busy the...

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Buick City Complex: October 2014

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The hurricane and the breeze. She roars her presence, screams and crashes off mountain tops,. Makes toys of ocean liners and flattens mighty oaks. Barreling up streets she comes, spitting grit in your eye. Howling under eaves and screaming through city canyons. He stirs a gentle eddy of leaves, ruffles feathers. On the robin's back, touches the face of a baby. With a stream of whispers he enters, softly sighing. His presence merely an idea, a suggestion. In the eye of the storm a curious hush resides.

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gordonsfotos | nature blog: February 2006

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Tuesday, February 21, 2006. Bay Bridge from the Embarcadero. A shot of the Bay Bridge and Treasure Island from the Embarcadero. San Francisco, California. Posted by Rowena and Eugene at 6:25 PM. Thursday, February 16, 2006. A Street Not Made for Cars. A street in San Francisco, California, not made for cars? Yes, that's Golden Lane. Posted by Rowena and Eugene at 7:44 PM. Tuesday, February 14, 2006. A stack of pallets. Lines and shadows. Lassen County, California. Posted by Rowena and Eugene at 6:08 AM.