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Fifth Episode - Meet The Jackpot Twins

'Who the Jenkins are-' 'The Jackpot Twins,' and they bowed again, more deeply this time. 'We're dual princes of the Garbage District ' Maranaloka in its most honest form. Truth's like the sun ' regard it directly and it'll burn your eyeballs out, so it will.' 'And what are the masks in aid of?' I asked. 'Hygiene?' 'Aesthetics,' the Jackpots simpered. 'Heesh heesh. It's all, all pointless aesthetics ' of no consequence whatsoever! Disguised? Subterfuge is irrelevant as a spaniel cannon, so it is.'
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Wadi Cherith

Ravens came at dawn with bread and meat
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This should settle it

In bed my eyes are oysters. I am sea sick and call bin men to witness. Queen sweats throught the wall wearing a white vest. Downstairs the tap is complaining about numbers, the gas bill has munchhousans.
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Nicotine

Lets play at not leaving; sit outside with flies at our eyes. Lets eat red cabbage with mayonaise smoke whole packets of Old Holbourn, offer up bad habits to a god of everyday accusations. We write weak verse
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In San Francisco

As I walk the bridge. The sun setting. Turning Alcatraz all peeled orange. Man, this city is a beehive. Buzzed up and stinging itself. Crawling through the Mission. Finding the beaten books.
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Friends Reunited

Nostalgia competition
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Part 3

After school, you walk home together, slapping sandals against the dusty hot pavements, to Laura's. She teaches you a song on the way. The words don't make sense at all but they sound funny next to each other and bounce on the tongue, making you both laugh. Her long blonde plait is coming loose: the bright green hair elastic slips down until you think it will fall right off, but you don't tell her. You like the way it looks, don't want her to redo the plait neatly, to tie the elastic on tightly.
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He had problems

An experiment. Owes Spack two words, 'flush' and 'moisturised'. Dead honest me. Span
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Pillow Talk

She is going into space. Her suit hangs in the corner beneath her helmet, a shrivelled golem; it is waiting to eat her.
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Paraguay v Sweden from Ciudad el Este 15 June 2006

Time to get over the border and see the Paraguayans....
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Self Image

Everyone is gone. The silence in her room is louder than ever before. She can hear the dying screams echoing in the dark shadows; hitting each of the four walls like a boomerang lost in space. The ground is littered with other peoples' possessions. Their discarded memories that they have no use for anymore lay scattered; ike she does. She wears them like stale-smelling old hand me down jumpers. The walls are cold and tired of keeping her secrets hidden.
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Brazil v Croatia from Sao Paulo 13 June 2006

The third game of the World Cup finds us crammed into a tiny square in Sao Paulo....
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Nineteen and the Mermaids

Found on the stormed beach by a walker out on his own after a Christmas lunch for one was a sand letter and three pairs of shoes which were in truth unbefitting for terrain such as this he read with interest
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Mint Sauce

When the sheep were angry their baas turned into bahs The grass just wasn't green enough they weren't getting enough stars So they bleated and they blighted then they bleated on some more Then they rounded on the shepherd fit to start a new flock war.
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Argentina v Ivory Coast from Buenos Aires 10 June 2006

The second missive from the World Cup in South America....
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Borough Market

This Poem has Temporarily Removed and will be reposted August 06
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Nathaniel

Nathaniel, acrobat ...

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