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The year draws to a close A lifetime is thrown away And us to sign our names in dust For what does one live Is it today Cos tomorrow is...

taking the seat on the plane at the same time as on the train starting completion of synchronicity she talked of Mona Lisa and her lovers...

But if you are going for a walk why do it alone why not share it with a cow if you do it right you might get a friendly face licking what...

Like a cat powered dream all soft and slow piano fine clocks and time running on rhythmic hops from topic to thing food pushed aside the...

Your bum is a most beautiful thing in sexy underwear but actually even more beautiful in no underwear at all

things start to slow down in expectation of normality a sense of sensibility stopping for control is a regularity not questioned it is a...

there are soggy trampled feathers on the floor there is gin on the small tables there's sparkling tassels in the air, Mercury rising...

here where the sky is low freezing fog with damp in the air on the paths ice and snow the smells of burning wood come over small lights...

I had to choose between cleaning and hummus so I poured myself a raki

the morning after a party to be alone today everyone late for work and tired even those who didn't have a dot to drink the slats of our...

turn that light out I thought as I lay back in the sand and looked up at the glaring moon therapeutic madness ebbing and shuddering...

love is a weird motherfucker the one who says they understand it is on their death bed or lying

Consistently Inconsistent and Wi-Fi is more of a concept than a thing here a bit like the reality of the British empire existing in...

a can of beer proclaims no rainy days and always better together watching rain lashing thoughts of summer on the verandah as rolling...

lashing down softly but enough to drown - floods of water as I head off to the editor - dodging through a sea of umbrellas I stop at Ayşe...

depraved boxifications of peoples concepts and non real relations retaliations cursed vilified amplify applications apps amped energies...

wood pigeons in the trees cooing create feelings of home this as my lifeless flat hair here styles different as the wind off the Catalan...

as she said women of Turkey have real asses the artist is right and they wear scarves as the ultimate fashion statement thick and woolly...

after a saunter from the bath arriving well before time the train shall be very late as if scheduled so we go over to the other side to...

¿ Can I ask you there, how does your day start ¿ Maybe it starts with a fart ¿ What do you do, the minute you get up ¿ You might even do...