Another day in the dungeon

Can you ‘adam and eve it’ because I can’t I just don’t believe it, yes Saturday has bit the dust I am fit to bust and choked with tears. all these flamin’ years and Saturday can’t stay a little longer…

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Take what we get

Something’s developing in the darkroom, a flash, inspiration, night, trepidation. Moving with the nitrate well silvered hair at any rate but beggars can’t be choosers…

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Finding your way out of thoughts when you’re lost in them.

Sometimes I walk with a lantern to light up the darkness within, sometimes. But too often am I troubled, too often am I torn, the boy inside me sits and sees me chewing on an ear of corn and from the day that I was born thoughts have followed me, made hollows in my bones…

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