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A collection of rambling and writing by Tay Inkwell (pen name).

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One Idiot's Trip To The Bay Area

If you've paid attention to me recently, you'll know I went to Oakland in February. I wrote a thing about it here: https://wander.media/from-scotland-to-oakland-with-rage-and-love Please go read! (or at least click on the link and leave it open for a while) I really enjoyed my time there, and I'm so grateful to have had this opportunity, although there's still so many places I'd love to visit. I missed out on a Cover Ups show by about a week, which is frustrating, but at least I got to

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New Year's Resolutions: Resolved

One of the most common new year's resolutions is to exercise more, a change that could be implemented at any time of the year. The beginning of a new year feels like the perfect excuse for a fresh start, and to change something about yourself you've been meaning to for some time. But of course the popularity of this gives rise to offers, which makes more people leave it until the start of a new year to go to the gym. And thus the circle of new year's resolutions continues ad nauseam.  One H

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Camping for Green Day: A Poem Inspired By Last Weekend

There's many ways the write about your first time seeing your favourite band live (Leeds, 05/02/17), an event I've waited for for over half my life. I chose my favourite: rambling, inconsistent poem, filled with references you may or may not get.    cover the streets  in your plastic garb throw your blankets out and run inside rain for cover like a stampede of unicorns know your enemy never forget the fallen king sized hopes and pocket

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How Music Made Me

To go along with this blog, I made a playlist of music, trying to make each song a song that meant something to me during each year of my life, while also having a relevant song title. It ends with honourable mentions that didn't quite fit in elsewhere.   Music means something different to each of us. Each song makes your heart beat in a different way, as you find your own way to relate to it. We dance through life with the help of the songs that keep us going. Since we all h

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Landmarks of My Youth: A Poem

I've lived here all my life I know all the landmarks Yet somehow I see them still As the landmarks of my childhood The blockbuster on the corner Though it has long since Become another shop Shall always be The blockbuster on the corner I return To places I have tread And expect To still see my footprint There Forgetting the many footprints That have obscured mine Expecting a clear print Where now there is only A memory These landmarks of my youth The parks The river The bu

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This Is Not A Sonnet This Is A Godammed Blog Entry

No really this isn't a sonnet. But it isn't really a blog entry either. It's a poem. It was /meant/ to be a sonnet. It's not. But I haven't updated this in forever. So here: It is strange to think how soon we shall go Leaving nothing but a wretched old foe For many this will be a brand new low Once upon a time you'd pick up your bow But as no hero with no superpowers You will drift away from your lonely tower Not that you were ever known to go cower Will you be as forgotten as you thin

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#32 The Blog Inwhich I Finally Conclude 2012 Was A Year.

Hey, remember that year...? Oh shit, maybe I should have gotten around to writing this earlier. To make the jokes about not washing all year. Nope, this is the day I eventually get around to doing all those things I should have done days, if not weeks, ago. Months ago in some cases. So let's start at the beginning. Always a good place to start. That moment when 2012 started, when I was standing outside watching the fireworks go off and thinking about the year that was just starting. 2012.

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#31 Bobcat likes Wizard Rock.

Saturday 1st December, 5.30pm I met a couple of friends in KFC for some food before the Snow Ball. We'd planned this well in advance. Exchanging glances due to the family of chavs yelling across the room. Another friend arriving. Leaving, I swung my cloak on. Off to the student union, which yes looks a little like Hogwarts. In the entrance, our friend joined us. Our party complete, we made our way up the twisting stairs. On the top floor, to the left. Showing our tickets gained each of us a g

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#30 Random is my middle name. Actually it isn't, but here's some poems and stuff.

Just some things I've been writing while at the university's creative writing society. In no particular order. Prompts for fire and books turned into this: Fire Burning Twisting flames Licking flames The pain The pain Stumbling through Fire Burning The heat of a thousand suns The strength of a truck The agony The agony Falling through Fire Leaping flames Fierce flames Pages turning Paper Leafs Time disappea

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#29 I felt like explaining cancer from the point of view of a benzene molecule okay.

There you lie, as flat as can be, slouched out in your bottle next to the hundreds of millions of brothers and sisters you have come to know. Flat. Not just flat, but incredibly thin. The top is twisted off the bottle. It's like a breath of fresh air. Heck, it is a breath of fresh air. Up, up you spiral, dizzying spins through the air. The first thing you come into contact with, you can easily sail through. but now it's dark again. Through into a cell. What kind of cell? Who cares. Here's a nice

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#28 Scientists in an Adventure with Life

This is something I've been considering writing for a while. Science is that magical realm that enthralls everyone, even those that don't recognize it as such. Pretty colours, fire and explosions, what's not to like? The past of this obscure subject shows the true magic is itself. Forget wands and spells, magic was and is a kind of natural philosophy called Science. Where does this obsession stem from? Ancient Greek philosophers, loathing change, sought to bring meaning to the bleak world by

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#27 Boobs, Friends and Booze

I've never really considered myself good at making friends. Primary school was a blur of short friendships, people I considered friends but rarely saw outside of school. Only one person from primary school stayed my friend through to high school, and was the base cause of me meeting and becoming friends with more people. We had a small group, but normally there was just the three of us, worse if someone was off. But the strength of the bond was far greater, knowing each other better than you pos

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#26 Every Story Is Sperm: How It All Began

Once upon a time I was a little kid. Shocking I know. Anyway, I kept some of the jotters with my stories from the age six to nine and felt the need to share with the world the obscureness of it all. I can't take a photo of them, there's no way you would be able to read it. I will, however, keep the same awful grammar and spelling. So here's a lovely selection. The Ice Mountins (dated 06/02/02, aged seven) The talking snowman (dated 06/03/02, aged seven) Queen for a day (dated 24

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#25 A Pirate's Life For Me

Random fact: when I was little, I wanted to be a pirate when I grew up. Anyways. On to the poem. The eve of time dawned with our ship creaking on the horizon We are but ghosts on the sea Poltergeists pillaging the lands We are your dreams and nightmares altogether Storm clouds follow us Time stands still as we enter the battle field Cannons yearning for use Our home creaks Waves crashing upon its solid exterior Like magpies we advance Swords glinting in the moonlight We are monke

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#24 The Multiverse Theory AS A FUCKING POEM

Once spoken, a million times heard Rip the space-time with your ignorance Through a looking glass To another universe So alike, yet so very odd A butterfly’s wings against my hand Another world Every choice, every action A quizillion universes All of your own Let your heart beat faster In the bubbles of infinity Somewhere, your perfect life Question unpredictable Where do your dreams really die? Here, in the other universe One of so many Is your head spinning From the choices y

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#23 Every Story Is Sperm: Whatshername's Journey

This story was started on this blog months back. People begged me to continue, so I did. You guys only brought this upon yourselves. I'll warn you now, I'm not that happy with the ending. It's weird. I could go on about how I could use this as a metaphor etc. but that would be boring. I'll just let you read it. The girl stood on the shore, the sand crunching between her toes, a welcome feeling after so long. She turned, letting her dress spin around her. All around her was silence. The gras

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#22 Tears In The Blackhole

This is a poem I wrote. Just about now. You dream your life away Wishing you were somewhere else Living another life If you could take the pain away, you would You would push it underground And try to carry on Battling through the fears But your strength is failing you There are too many secrets to hide Everything falling around you A black hole gaping beneath your feet Heads over heels into the darkness You’re out of control The blackness that surrounds you is infinite Traili

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#21 A Child's Paradise

As I sat on my bed, putting the sheets on, I pushed the soft toys to one side. I should get rid of them. I wish I could. But each one has a story attached to it, a series of childish memories. There's an odd collection on my bed. Kazina, my leopard. Given to me by my mum after I helped with the photo albums. Nothing important, but I like that leopard. I can distinctly remember yelling and racing after my sister when she took it. In my head, as a child, I would tell everything to my toys as I hug

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#20 An Ode To A Magikarp. And Other Songs.

Yeah. That's right. I'm moving my shit over. An Ode To A Magikarp My first original song/poem/thing that I actually like. Wooo. (This is backwards chronological order btw) Transition Metal Complexes (parodying the original Pokemon theme) Alkanes and Alkenes (parodying Stuart and the Ave.) Paranoid Substitutions (parodying Basket Case) Know Your NMR (parodying Know Your Enemy, duh) Yay! (Incidentally, I'm also writing a "short" story, but I won't post it

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#19 The Dark Side Of Night

It takes a lot to admit to this. This one basic fact that can sometimes change the decisions I make, the way I go about my day. I'm scared of the dark. I always have been. As a kid, I had a night light for a while, but it didn't really help. I remember running up from the bathroom in the middle of the night, not feeling safe until I was under my covers. I guess everyone has a fear, however small. My sister would make fun of me if she knew I still let it govern my life. About a year and a hal

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#18 Pokemon, What If You Were Real?

Okay, so this entry sort of spawns from a book I'm reading, "Physics of the Impossible", where the author attempts to explain the physics behind popular science fiction and whether or not it is possible. He covers topics such as telepathy, phasers, teleportation and robots. I'm currently reading the chapter on robots, and part of it really got me thinking. (I should point out that by 2020 Moore's Law is likely to collapse as the age of the silicon chip is coming to an end). Fair enough, you

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#17 Kill The DJ. Or Dance With Him. I'm Sorry.

Friday night was prom night. Oh the excitement. I was picked up at 1pm from my house by my friend and her parents. At her house, her sister did my hair and make up. The hair took almost three hours as she was curling it in small sections. And used half a can of strong hold hairspray, which I swear is still in my hair. At about 5pm I changed into my dress and put on my jewelry. I own so much jewelry it fills three boxes and lies on my desk, but still the jewelry for prom was either bought or b

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#16 My Trophy Is So Cool It Wears Sunglasses

Last night was my high school's awards ceremony. I have been once before, and the memory of that night didn't exactly make me look in favour of going again. The man that had been there to give a short speech and hand out the prizes went on for almost an hour. Then we had to sit through most of the awards before I even had to go up, eventually getting a lift home from my friend's parents well after ten o'clock. This time, things were a little different. It was my last year of high school this

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#15 Every Story Is Sperm

Writing stories is something I've always been good at. To an extent. I can do description well, but my plot always gets messed up. There was a story I wrote when I was about seven, where we had been told to write a story that ends something like "they woke up and it was all a dream". Needless to say, I thought that whole concept sucked. So I wrote a story (that had always intended to end that way) about some kids at a space museum ending up on Mars because of some red dust and having an adventur

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#14 Last Day of Shenanigans

Tuesday was my last official day of high school. There's still the dreaded exams, the leavers' lunch and the prom, but it was the last day of "classes" before exam leave. As would be expected, there was a fair amount of hype about it, and the build up to the last day was filled with various discussions as to pranks. The first prank noticed upon our entrance to the school, and the one I was most interested in, was one guy's attempt to bubble wrap the entire library. We went straight to the lib

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