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Envy

Bombay is the financial capital of India. And the nerve-centre of allfinancial activity is Dalal Street. The impressive building that housesBombay Stock Exchange(established 1875) is situated in this area. It's ahuge structure that has been designed to convey its national importance.Within the structure is the actual exchange which lists upto 3500companies. The trading floor is a busy place with brokers constantlymonitoring the progress of the market. They negotiate with bothcorporations and buyers to arrange purchase and sale of shares. As thevalue of important shares climbs and falls a lot of lives and careersare made. Some top brokers have their registered offices within theexchange building. The index that everyone believes in is called BSESensex. It is calculated from the value of the top 30 shares beingtraded. The man in charge of the exchange is the Exchange PresidentM.G.Sen. He is a man who is both feared and respected.

Larry and Mick Lose Three Years of Their Lives to Playstation

'How old are you, friend Mick?' 'Thirty-three, friend Larry.'

Larry and Mick Experiment With Transexualism

'Phase One,' said Mick, reading from a pamphlet he had picked up from the Post Office; 'realise you are a woman in a man's body.' 'Okay,' said Larry, 'erm,' he continued, 'how do I do that then?' 'Doesn't say,' said Mick. 'I imagine it's a state-of-mind kind of jobbie.' 'Like realising you were born to be a gerbil?' 'Yes, that kind of thing.'

Calling out

Don't underestimate the versatility of a scream...

Echo

I've been gutting some old poems and repainting them. Here's one...

SUDDENLY A TROLLOP

"She's a useless, loose woman."
Cherry

Sensing.

As you breathe I almost hear you. When you sigh It's audible too. When your pulse throbs steadily As you sleep, So it becomes me. I see your arms Thrown wide, Your scent unconfined

Drifted.

Dead to him now He holds but a shell, A brittle, cracked mollusc Abandoned, outgrown. Denim and silk Surround candy striped clay Cast, By long ago hands Which feathered the flesh, In artisan sweeps

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You hurt me, But I will not cry You may kill them But I will not die. I'm on a road to no where, But I was built to last. Things happen Then there in the past. You give no explanation For anything you've done,

The truth of the matter...

In a world full of people I stand alone No one but me I'm on my own. No one to love me No one who cares Do you even know if I'm there? In a world full of hope I have none Where ever I go

Confused

Confusion they say Is all in the mind It comes and it goes Through out your life time It's the lost and found Of all your thoughts A compilation of dreams That your brain distaughts. It's the happiness you felt

HENRY MILLER AT DENNY'S

O.K . So we are driving to Sacramento. The usual crew: Liz, Troy, Paula me and you. We stop at Denny's for something to eat. A shake, a bake and a bellyache. Troy tells me to look in the corner.
Cherry

Sparrow

Once, when playing football Sparrow's studs slid into my knee. Blood dripped out like a fountain pen.
Cherry

LUSTFUL CONVERSATION

"Have you no boots on?" he asks. "Oh, of course I have," she says, "They're shiny, black and high-heeled, And cover most of my legs."

Sappho, Don't Jump!

Inspired by a painting of Sappho in Manchester Art Gallery

Cocks And Horses

A magic roundabout

The adventures of Framlingham cont....

Jongalet had thoroughly enjoyed his day at the procession of wild pygmy smegmice, this only happened once a year in Denzerland, and Jongalet was always first in queue for the feather hole washing.

The adventures of Framlingham

It was shortly after twelfty o clock on the fifth day of the summer solstice in Denzerland, Framlingham decided that he would walk with the wild hyana bushes and mikligan tree stubs in the forest of boondocks.

As time passes

An arrival unwanted One to not trust Strangers from the begining till when will it last? The sounds from the past that continue to scream family or foe? what do they mean? A hurt that grows

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