The trimmer

Who can be sure that the impurities of the night dreams have been erased by the coming of the day? I wash using scented soap in the hope, somewhat forlorn, that I am as clean as the day I was born. There’s always a niggling doubt that there are more demons hiding inside me that…

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Diagnosis

It’s dark for a reason, no one wants to see when the night becomes a succubus making out with me, daylight defends me against that which would drain me. I’m going to go now to show how fine the line can be…

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The typing pool

It doesn’t matter whether qwerty or azerty letters from the keyboard have it within them to hurt me the impersonal of a personal computer opened and loaded with bullet points to shoot you and me see it really doesn’t matter does it?…

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Saturday and rain.

Caligula like Dracula is not well thought of in certain places, but in history or myth they are a constant reminder of what we can conjure up. the human psyche that part which is you and me is capable of anything. Dark demonic possession as a form of self expression is something we have to…

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The book of rehearsals

There are demons in the undertow and monsters in my head Paul and Simon at the grave and who did Jesus save? Thomas or so it’s said. Pilate the lunatic has gone on the sick and Herod’s been thrown off the throne Peter went off in retreat and left Mary all on her own. A…

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