Different diaries

Hidden between the flames that flicker across her eyes are the names of every man she’s ever known…

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Heading back

Have you already forgotten? probably not, that shoving and rush of the rush hour crush which we all used to hate and which now we can’t wait to experience again…

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Dry rot

Nature’s got to me roots are sprouting, I’m going out in to the forest soon. Vegetating on the diet they make in laboratories. If they’d let me be a tree I’d have branches everywhere…

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Private party

We are not in the ‘same boat’ never have been and never will be. Democracy is a hoax…

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