Cocoa Pop

Time drops its hints on me andlike pigeons shitting on the Queenscavalry,no charge. At present, the funeral industry does not excite methey’re still trying though to sell me a policy. But we’re all getting ancient,monuments to compound interest, and I expect even if I’m not an expertthat after Brexit we’ll ditch the decimalin favour of…

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Destiny

watching space invaders sailing across my eyes which must be failing. I could be tiringI might need rewiring orde-cokingmight have togive up smoking,surrender to celibacyeat fukin salads?Isuddenly feel very chipperlike a young whippersnapperit must be nearlyplaytime…

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Love’s like that sometimes

when you are in conversation with the angeland you’re falling to a conclusion,the solution you were seeking seems so clear. But it’s always the terminal velocitythat strikes fear into the heart of men, Live and learn, not always truesome never dosome never willliveor learn, he turns the pages quicklybefore the truth hits home,that he’s falling…

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Seance in the parlour

The more we hearthe more we fearthe sooner the tiers will end. last week which took a month to get throughwas more to do with being locked down than locked in, I listened to Sunak, read Balsac, ate a Kit-Kat andsat like a fat cat, legs splayed, whiskers twitching,stitching my dreams into the night…

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