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Bye

Stormy nights, stormy minds. The sun sets, and I’m alone. I want it to be quiet but it isn’t. It’s all so loud. Yes, I’ll miss the view. The top of the city, and the endless sky. But views are … Continue reading

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London pt deux

You know Sometimes You just get so Incredibly tired Of seeing a bin bag From you local Indian takeaway Been ripped open In the middle of the street By a hungry fox At 7:45 In the morning Again.

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Consent

No No No No No No No NO No No No No Just get it over with. (No)

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Homage

Shut your mouth. No, seriously, shut your damn mouth, you look retarded. That’s right, RETARDED. Oh, London. Friday Night Office Girls in Friday Night Office Uniforms; midnight tights running down the front of a leg. Nuggets and fries and half … Continue reading

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Nonsense flowers

‘So, you like flowers, then?’ ‘Yeah, of course, they’re beautiful’ ‘What’s your favourite flower, then?’ ‘Hmm…’ ‘Come on’ ‘I think the blue iris, it’s such a delicate flower’ ‘Right’ ‘I’m assuming you have no idea what it looks like’ ‘I … Continue reading

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some things last a long time

… I want an outdoor shower. Driving back from a long, lazy day at the beach, hang the wet towels and the bathing suit on the washing line, jump under the cool stream of clean water, rinse off the sand, … Continue reading

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love

A friend sent me this song today. Fuck, man. Listening to this feels like cutting your chest open and rubbing your bleeding, blood pumping, raw heart against unpolished wood.   I think maybe it’s despair that I’m feeling. I’ve been … Continue reading

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