Ainslie Henderson
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3/23/2008 10:44:22 AM
---- Updated 6/16/2008 11:27:07 PM
happy songs or happy people.
in the middle of the night, following one of my and an ex girlfriend's idlewild flavoured arguments, i stormed out the house. i walked and walked, i didn't know it at the time, but i ended up in stockbridge, in inverleith park, beside a big lake. there were about twenty swans sleeping on the lake, i'd never seen swans sleeping before (if you dont know, they curl their necks round onto their backs and under their wings) they looked like huge white tear drops floating on the surface of the water. i sat there for ages, until the sun came up, until the swans reached their heads back up, like flowers opening to the sun time-lapse style. i didn't want to go home, i went to my friend kat's house and slept in her spare room, at that time i still had fame academy money, so i was wasting it on a big flat on broughton street with huge high ceilings ,wooden floors and a piano that i couldn't play, i was used to space, so i remember being amazed at how small the room was, sleeping in a single bed, in a room only just big enough to contain it. i stayed for three years. and now i have leave on saturday, there's been a plague of endings lately. looking round i realise i've come to love my tiny room. i've been happy here at times. i've taken to sticking things on the wall, i've a bad habit of being places, and not really being there, my bags are always packed, but i'm working on that, i think i'll always remember this room as the first place i almost lived in. i wanted to put up a little photo tribute, before i take it all down.
my door.,welcome.  this is my mother and father, and my father's hair, before i was born.    this is the pile of books beside my bed that i have started, got half way through and still intend on going back and finishing.   at christmas time, me, lucie and leah started a band, we didn't make any music, lasted for only one day, how indie cool is that!  one free hand made mug to the first person who can name the brilliant man, floating in space, just outside pluto's orbit.    me and pete.    bjork's nose is one of god's great masterpeices.   this is an original vincent davis you know!  i love yoga so much, i think this is the position i'm really striving for.    i keep a dream diary beside my be
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