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but we must feel there is something amiss

but we must feel there is something amiss when we come home & find michael stipe taking notes by the hedge yes, we know: it’s the end of the world through any crooked passage way where tongue and fingers work …

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(BandAid Medical 422.02)

(BandAid Medical 422.02) pooh bear with a code on his back that would indicate his birthday – or the use-by date of his last pot of honey with that old bear sitting on one line holding glaciers together while full …

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The arrival of the monsoon

The arrival of the monsoon ― meant a town full of clean cars. but people kept buying imported water filling the damp winds with thirst and filling the rivers with empty bottles, floating by like dreams of escape parrots, dogs, …

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There once was a man who lived in a house

There once was a man who lived in a house with four doorways and a dark room for the cheesecake between a flyscreen to the rear and someone else’s bedroom and the cistern that screeched like a banshee in the …

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money put aside for money will money into money

money put aside for money will money into money its the same with semen, but stickier than honey so all things that can be saved can also be expended, and drowned in abandoned wardrobes of borrowed clothes were as solid …

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These curtains, how they fluttered like wings.

These curtains, how they fluttered like wings. The singer, however, was no ugly eagle or aeroplane egg, the camera zoomed in of its own accord It’s like a postcard holiday home. Not present. Misrepresented. Waving hello – or the silent …

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the period of doubt

the period of doubt was his favourite. Now we seem gathered in a line or was he hooked at the end of one? The comma of faith followed by a lazy ten Hail Marys And silence at the gate where …

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They all agreed. A kite was he

They all agreed. A kite was he -lter-skelter, was hedonistic, a blunderbuss, thats what you need, they all agreed. Northern summer light air, cliffs, common yearning, and a piece of string to hold onto When all else fails. a file; …

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My head spins – the audacity of coming so close to the Gods!

My head spins – the audacity of coming so close to the Gods!

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