Merry Christmas Marley

Friggin’ sick of this why don’t they pick me up why don’t they put me in the van take me away and lock me up give me a cell a bed a meal a man got nuttin’ if he don’t feel. Cold init? or is it me that? no it couldn’t be but then again…

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Carol’s sister Brenda

There are no ghosts no Christmas past only flashes we can’t recognise because they go to fast. There is no present underneath the tree because we sold the future in order to be free. This conversation’s for one, a solo operation, an under occupied occupation it’s always a vacant situation when the empty cab’s for…

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Books to read

   Poverty and destitution, through these doors a Dickens institution   you can stay at home where your life’s your own or come inside and take a ride down unlit streets on unmade beds between dirty sheets.   he who meets himself beware.   I too have had a share have been there empty stomach…

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