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The Trip

prose
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Joshua Tree

A soul on the scales, a crescent moon over the desert, and a grave decision made on the edge of death.
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Don't Ask

I once knew a girl who ate cereal with a fork. She said it was to control the Milk Element and I didn’t question her because I’d seen the way she skewered her raisins.
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The Modern Way

A GIRL sits at a dressing table looking at herself in the mirror. She is 17 but looks younger. She is small for her age and awkward with enormous eyes that are staring back at her.
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My Little Eye

It was beginning to heal, but the gash where my eye had been still looked shocking. Clumsy black stitches and swollen clots ballooned in size under my scrutiny.
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Fresh tomatoes and bread

An old man receives a surprise visitor with news from his past that makes him reflect on things and changes his life forever
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Harboil: Part III

Part III. The thing is: every box is worth opening. Also, envelopes and doors.
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Abergavenny

He is so handsome that you might shatter with the force of it, I say. Your eyes can not grip on to a face that good, I tell them.
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A Pity You Didn't Johnny Appleseed

A pity you didn't Johnny Appleseed and scatter the products of your devotion to " the glamorous hell of love" they could spring up for the reading of the will with youthful juice
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Content and Container

Plain fucking awful, this propless play. Such advances: anatomically correct plugs, cosmetically tested lube, booting spit or piss and fist or microphone and broom into space. And we lie here:
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The love nest

Joy came to him far from memories, where sea gulls, lost in flight, crossed the dusk between wind and rain, the rocks and the sand and the loneliness of the cliffs.
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Errata: Twenty-Fourth Episode: Theatre of War

And I got to my feet, my wounds winking shut.
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Press this!

Why do I put up with it.
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Buddhist Class

It is hard to feel enlightened When last night's peas are doing the rumba In your lower gut And you can't pronounce the name Of your leader: Mah-tru-dah-shu Mih-tra-din-she Moh-tru-don-sha
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Harboil: Part II

The thing is: if you stand here long enough you’ll eventually be cordoned off.
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Lipstick Coffin Nail

Gin, Roses, and a Hell of a Hangover.
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Expansion Pack

Experience a fully interactive environment: millions of textures, new objects introduced daily. Authentic physical phenomena, including gravity, behaviour of light on water, autumnal colouration
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Black Eyed Susan

Two days out of treatment and a walk in the garden.
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Finished

200 words.
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Pursuit

Hunted, by you, all over town, like debt collection was savage. Your hair. Your legs. Underpinned by wine, in overdraft bars. Name dropping, like breathing. Insecurity, laid bare.

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