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"What was she doing in your bed?"

It was a fetch. Of my dog. Fetch the dog. Not funny. If I explained to anyone, they'd say it was the heroin. "It's the heroin! They'd say. Like I was stupid.

Nine-year old Junior Jones discovers the dump for the first time, and its crowning glory -the heap of discarded fridges etc

John was the kind of guy who'd push a beer glass in your face for catching his eye. He was just like that. Especially if he'd had a skin full. John liked his skin full. He'd been like that since he was a kid he was always getting into trouble, he even attacked the teachers at school if they upset him. He didn't go to school much for one reason or another. The teachers didn't mind.

I hate you sometimes. You deserve to know that. I dream in Technicolor while I am living in shades of gray.

Perhaps, sometime, after all this madness with ours hands and tongues......

Short fictional poem.

THERE ARE REPORTS IN THE MEDIA THAT SO CALLED 'HEALTH FOODS' ARE GIVING SOME CAUSE FOR CONCERN. APPARENTLY AN EXCESS OF POLYUNSATURATES CAN CAUSE HALLUCINATIONS AND STALE MUESLI HAS BEEN FOUND TO CONTAIN TRACE ELEMENTS OF LYSERGIC ACID. LET'S GO AND EXPAND OUR MINDS AND SCORE SOME GRUB.