The penny box

It was the sound that the cork used to make that made the bottle of pop, pop, nowadays they’ll call it all kinds of things, portray it as an elixir that brings you happiness. I wonder what happened to the pop because all we get now is a fizz and to me, that’s feels like…

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Inks on papers

We think we’ll never cope again too much sorrow too much pain, darkness through every doorway we go and we think that, but how do we know? time has an offset to get back on track and life has a habit of changing its tack and suddenly when the sunrise blinds you it is then…

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Fortunately forever

It is never what you see or perhaps sometimes in the corner of your eye the girl you see walking by is real and you do see her. Many times on the tines of a fork I’ve seen Romans walk in formation talk Neopolitan thinking they were in Brooklyn but really just imagining. Murderous deeds…

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Before the coffee kicks in

What if, we’re just simulations running in the background of a cosmic fairground? probably not likely but if you’re like me then you wonder. The universal traffic lights, the stars that twinkle in the nights and can you tell me, anyone, who’s seen stars shine in the daytime? Programmed to roam across the screen we…

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