Moveable feasts

Investing in pork belly futures and dressing Haute couture, they’ll end up in Madame Tussaud’s of that, I am quite sure. We freeze just as well as the millpond when the day at the looms is done, the Master goes home to his loved ones and the misery goes on and on. I’m waiting for…

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Beggars on the beach

What do you want from me? a suicidal tendency? a regimental history? or do you pity me in the city me, as I sit and look at you? do you see the leaning towards self destruct? fucked if I can. but it hides well and bodes ill. I could kill for a lager something larger…

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Sub-routine

Zone six which is out in the sticks a long way from citizen centre. Prisoners trapped behind prisoners trapped, hanging on to the straps that hang from the ceilings on trains to the city. This is Bermondsey calling Bermondsey calling, I am falling can’t stand it. This way to Thursday and the same day as…

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When the penny drops

Anti matter doesn’t matter when you find the hammer to shatter through the ties that bound you I found you bleeding on the cold stone floor kissing concrete. The street’s a canny place for canny lads tightly wound there on the ground there are the ruined the ill of mind the users prostitutes and their…

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