The butterfly house

it was easy to turn our dreams into reality and then our wishes all came true, except for you (because you were as thick as pigshit) we could say that to a friend, (friends to the end) that’s a bit of a childhood haunt come back to haunt me and we went up t’park larked about clambered…

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Shorts

Why connect? it’s not what we do, we’re the solid walls that ghosts walk through…

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Filtered sound

There are always the ghost stations that play on in your mind the ale house of drunkards, the channels you find when you look at the ghosts in your mind. the lying deceivers the truth the believers the inlet and outlet things to remember and more to forget nothing is harsher and nothing as kind…

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Ghosts

She comes to sit with me at dawn her hand is warm, but time is cold just born it seems and now I’m older time gets colder she comes to sit with me at dawn…

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St Vitus and the dance

Fused blue to the Northern lights which in the shivers they send me become the cure in the end we all quake. Forsaking the worst of the nights so averse to the shadows that wait by the walls, I am called to some nameless by voices that harness my thoughts. Casually astral a fascination emerges…

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