The accordionist

If it’s not broken break it if only to see how many pieces you can fit into the hands of a store front mannequin, they used to have those when I was a kid, giants of people with holes in their heads and we put money in to them, charity, they said, but I often…

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Strike two

Scratch, and it’s quid pro.. but we all know that fleas do as they please. Lucid and clued in and yet I’m glued to the screen which gives birth to the babies and life to the scream fuck I really should pick up a book to remember what words look like when they’re written. so…

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The dirt road secrets

It’s a turn off the old peculiar road about three miles out of town and it’s no place in particular, but I go there when I’m feeling down. To a quieter spot I have never been a gentle sloping bank and grass as green as I have ever seen, we all need one fast getaway…

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