The pumice stone philosopher

You cannot edit once you have said it and that’s why we use Facebook and Twitter and what a waste of time those are, but if you put your foot in it, to extricate yourself from the shit there’s an edit option. For that bit of glam’ go Instagram but don’t show your Gran those…

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Twenty seven silences

What was out there is still, still there hiding in the hedgerows shining in the rainbows and slowly melting with the ice floes, everything goes but why go now?…

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The green screen

Synaptic messages crash, nerve endings screwed, you’d think they’d have used a different overlay. I’m in no position to say much, my sense of sight, sound and smell are gone. I still feel, can you touch me to see if I’m breathing. Nerves end in a brick wall and bounce back to replay my life,…

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