Picking at peas

I don’t know about Monsanto, but they do grow things in an awkward style or maybe it’s just the farmers and tractors that attract me. Maybe I’m not modified though God knows I have tried perhaps it’s the rut that I’m in. sex always creeps in, I still don’t know about Monsanto…

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Night fall

The road to Wigan pier, still here? I guess so. but moving on as we all must do even if it’s just to muddle through. The rich and the famous the notorious and the nameless have it made, it’s all laid out for them and so can we if we’re allowed to be free. Be…

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The sweep hand

Why is it taking so long what has time done and is anything wrong? Relative, they say and time stands still like when I look at you and your eyes, stunned, I am mesmerised. I think that’s the fixed point in space somewhere between now and your face. and no one needs to tell the…

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