The windows in soap bubbles

A nip in the air that pinches my skin wrapped up in swaddling to keep the warmth in I grow old with the memory of once being young not believing that this time has finally come. This is fun or ii could be if it wasn’t me but it is and it’s not. Wednesday is…

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The gambling parlour

This day will go down in history as one of upheaval and misery why don’t they just fukin shoot me and while they’re about it why not shoot you as well. They say that this is for the best I think they should wind their necks in and give it a rest we are the…

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The Crimplene conspiracy

The things that are sewn into dreams, if you show me your seamstress who must be a wonderful person I’ll show you mine, A euphemism like the catechism must be well rehearsed. It’s just turned three and the absence of noise is getting to me, this silence in the lead up to the breaking of…

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