Breakfast in Brighton

I’m holding my breath because I need something to do with my hands when I’m not holding you. In an unconditional surrender I still bend to her will. When I need to exhale I hold on to the thought as if caught in her net she lets me wriggle I giggle and the schoolboy escapes…

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The pixel collators

They’ll try to overwrite me with what they say’ll delight me, not bleedin’ likely says I. There’ll be no final curtains for these internal workings no not bleedin’ likely says I. That movement afoot is ready to kick me from pillar to post and the most I could hope for has already left by the…

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Someone said

Made of clay or it was yesterday, the colours seem to collide and my eyes melt into the scenery, Concrete! definitely, but somehow soft like the sand or the donkey shit. I could rebuild it but it wouldn’t be the same, People would forget the original name as I too would be forgotten. Shadows here…

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Live feed

Wednesday? and I want to play with the friends that I made in a dream. But I wake up and take a stake in the day burnt toast with a café au lait (that’s French tha’ knows ) I started to whistle in tune with the kettle took two of those tablets that settle the…

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