When you’re on your ‘jack jones’

Lonely is a lonely place that suits a very lonely face where in a crowd there is a place to fit in with the human race, but what if lonely is the new bona fide? and this question arises when I look inside me. thinking off and blinkers on is the only way but it…

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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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