Cherrypicked stories

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Luiz the barber

A visit to the barber gives an eye-opening view into the life and loves of a central American town
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The fat girl

The stupid jeans won't fit, I hate these Goddamn thighs. Looking up, i see a fat girl passing by the window, and I get momentarily distracted.
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I am the Raven, the Walrus and the Carpenter

My poetry mixes the best of Poe, Lewis Carroll and John Lennon. Here's the proof.
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The Bliss of Solitude

Surreal Speed Poetry.
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Moving

things move on, around and back
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Shaved Grass

On shaved grass he lies under bleached sun flicking pages like wasps the dullness of late August tires and twists hope in this manchild waiting for...
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Ware abouts

A contribution to Andrew's request for writing about somewhere we know
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First Solo

How I learned to stop worrying and love the Chipmunk
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On choosing material

I like this but try to see it through your eyes The material's rolled so I can't tell the whole pattern how will it end? Someone told me orange is a...
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Fishing Lesson

Wisdom is a slippery fish.
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One per cent

Without Air Traffic Control......
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Brotherhood

Making friends in unlikely places
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Splash - One Tanker

An evening spent as a warrior!
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Rubber covered brake unloaded castors

Sorry for the reappearance. Massively updated version afoot.
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E - DIARY PAGE ? 11 AUGUST 2002

DIARY PAGE - 11 AUGUST 2002 August 11 2002, Sunday. The shrill sound of the alarm clock woke me up from my sleep. With my eyes still closed, I sat up...
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Ants nest

On the grass outside the vegetable patch Dad had put the baking potatoes to dry in the grooves of a piece of corrugated iron and now they are bagged...
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Dear Diary : September 11th 2002

Dear Diary, As I sit here at my computer, sucking away at my fake cigarette, trying to ignore the gut wrenching cravings of my nicotine addicted body...
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Miss Twenty

Lyrics from 'Fatal Summer' by Joe Kender, kindly reproduced with the permission of the artist We are old, we are older Never quite caught up, wiser...
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Quiet

sssh ... it's a diary ...

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