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Scenes from a very English restaurant.

Bigger Things

A village changes, for better or worse
Cherry

I Wiped My Arse On The Daily Mail

An asylum seeker's experience

Clearance Sale

Clearout time!

Poem

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forbury

teenage life..

The Journey

A short story about a train journey.

Everlasting torment

Some nights you jus can't get to sleep everyone has been there.
Cherry

Public Houses

Depression straddles my limp body Like a leering Fifth Year. Your tongue Is mocking - sharp, like the razor you do not use. Konrad's strumming arm...

Quilt of Pennies

Grimm's law is the Cabal of the guttural. Reading Cabal is like reading khabal.

The Band Played Tupelo Honey

Room scattered with the things that every days are made of rotting food from days ago stale curls of crisps her body is a centrepiece its skin iced,...
Cherry

warm hands

You are like a rock of ice you are a frozen block of stone which I find cool though it is said by people that you like to be alone. /> And I am a...

The Head

In the night nothing matters.

Kavi (Poet) Daedlus and Pen Virginia

The flame of the forest is a falling petal, red oozing with lit sun, showering a wish, a suggestion of each tip to be flaming love. The bed is a glowing mound of petals, foaming cycles, and glowing fountains embracing blossom filings.
Cherry

Wasp (there is a ...)

There is a wasp in the classroom An excited buzz of Jerking heads, A reason to stop Hotly absorbing Historical Events. One or two Sweaty gymshoe...

Simulating Intelligence

Parallelism using Left to Right Evaluator

Anxiety

Eager Cats

Be There

Be There

Joyce or James

I evade a direct answer by putting on a funny sort of smile partly idiotic and partly hidden. I see the porous smile of James Joyce on the new edition of Ulysses grinning out of my tattered bag wondering why the publisher chose the funny looking dolls, one big and clasping the smaller one as coke.

Sign of the Cipher

Within a single Universe, the entire phones were articulated into meanings called Sounds. The other Universes could not be deciphered as their availability depended on the range of symbols, which due to the vast cleavage of the mind had to be transformed into a universe of imagination called memories?. Moses Masonides in the Cryptic Decagram

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