Tight corners

There’s not much room to manoeuvrein this air of doom and whatever,we need to clear our headsand get over it. Bit by bit we’ll all be lit andsome will sit on the sidelinesmoaning about the hard timeswhile others will just get on with it.andeven if doom is in the airbeingalive is being halfway therewe can…

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Electrically charged particles

Lightning strokes the greenery,flashbulbsand the scenery shiftsthe curtain liftsand brings on the rain. All this from a bedroom window it’s like a book once read,butthe character assassinationis only you killing you andyou’re still in bed, ‘the show must go on’‘yeah,on trial’,the audience screams, and it’s often like thatin dreams of greatness…

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