Ouija what?

Messages from the grocery store, we sell tunes written by a wandering troubadour nothing much here and I’m looking for more messages from the grocery store, And at Christmas, we’re broke on the cross all about profit and loss bastards out there do not give a toss messages from the grocery store. four degrees we’re…

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Watford gap

Between the platform and the train and here I stand again nothing’s fair or do I have a jaundiced view? you read I write along the roads that lead to midnight and we’ve all gone there down the unlit avenues where you’ve shivered in your fright along the roads that lead to midnight this is…

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Philip the philosopher

There’s no closure this is the exploding edifice the imposing of another what if and it’s all about me the sea of faces washing over me the crashing of waves the humanity the futile gesture this texture of my life gritty rougher around the edges but I am being given a softer contour older age…

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