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Siena, Italia

Thurs. April 8th- Livorno, Italia
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The Greatest Ever Guiris

Guiris (a short history of eccentric foreigners in Barcelona)
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Danny Differ

Danny Differ could grow a beard at 13, which he often did. I was a year older and struggling to get my bumfluff seen. He looked like he was from the fair or a modern day pirate, the girls loved him.
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Always Read the Label Chapter 10 Dee and Stanley

After a few changes and cut backs we ended up in Camden. It was after midday now and full of people heading up the high street and towards the market. We joined the shuffle up and over the canal.
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The Theme From Rocky

I bet you think my failure came easy – that it just landed in my hands like a baby tossed from a burning building. But I worked for it. I trained. Years on a self-loathing treadmill
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Photo Shoot

Tomorrow I am going to London to have my photo taken for Dazed and Confused magazine.
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One of those days

“Guess what??!”.... She screamed into the phone.
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Iffy

A very iffy poem...
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Advice on Dying

Face the open window, make collages of clouds Add lovely garden things like fuzzy felt In this, your second infancy Wake to a plume of starlings or a finch
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John Jon

Poor John Jon.
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Sad Girl

Do you recall the sad girl? The sad girl that sat there? The seat in the back? All alone in the back of the class? She's not there now. She's not anywhere. She has drowned in her tears.
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Loughborough

We didn't wear our coats but there was still touch of cold in the air, everything was just like summer, if you squinted.
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Have you heard?

Have you heard the whisper,
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The Hero

There I was, with the bitter taste of sand violently blowing in my face. The taste was vile. I saw sand as far as the eye could see but on the horizon there was a lonely tree standing by itself.
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Cruel North Wind

longing and loss
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Baby Bummers

Pop will eat itself... but it will be sick afterwards.
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A meal without you

Whispers of light illuminate the finger marks on the porcelain of a white chipped cup which sits contently curved. After dinner plates, allowing the remains of olive oil

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