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BLACK

Ishmael, melville's hero tells that his greatest fear of the whale is its whiteness. The author devotes a whole chapter reflecting on 'white' How much more sinister than 'black'
Cherry

Humble Beginnings ( Part 1)

The first few years of my life as a boy growing up in 1930's Islington.

An Apology for the Inconvenience

He will regret speaking, As he regrets so very much Of a life not really used, Except to pass slow time In timid consideration Of carefully-chosen options, With well-defined limits
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Picasso and Snickers - Part 5 - Smooth Operator

Jason looked at Debbie and handed her the broom. “Never let this out of your sight,” said Jason. “You’re going to need it.”

From Scar to Promise

and I heard his echoes of pain. Hiding among rocks below ---I wept

Silly Girl

Some people just have a way about them

Westward Ho!

We came so close ... so close ... or did we?

Michael and Samantha

In the beginning

Beautiful Universe

Magical galaxies, towering over us; sprinkling twinkling showers all over us; sparkling starbursts and spirals and rings; fabulous nebulas; fairy tale things.
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when the secret gets out

she found the best pair of shoes, she found the best pair of kicks, she found a shirt that matched the both of em’ & she was just ecstatic, to say the least--- but somewhere along the way,

comedians & magicians

from the first light that glows upon the single stool, glass filled with the comedian’s drink of choice, all set next to one mic alone, there is nothing but anticipation in the room,

corporate whores & company men

hollowed out somewhere along the line, sitting on the shelf, waiting for the promised glory, every bit of style designed by others pushing them like the most savage drug on the
Cherry

The tear collector

You plucked the tears from my cheeks with a pair of entomologist's tweezers

Loneliness! Re-posted

I'm not sure about this one so thought I would re-post

Touts

Yeah, they fuck you up.. your Mum and Dad. And all that.

Picasso and Snickers - Part 4 - The Phone Booth

The first thing Debbie noticed about the Chelsea Book Shop was the aroma. There hung in the air an intoxicating blend of old books, coffee and cinnamon.

En Plein Air

I tried writing in the wind. The wind blew my pad away. I tried writing in the rain. The paper just got soggy. I tried writing in a storm. Lightning struck my ball-point pen.

Lies.

I looked into your mouth and saw maggots fidgeting, uncomfortable on your warm, wet tongue.
Cherry

The wind doth blow for Magdalene

Magdalene Laundries; another shameful chapter in Ireland's history - look it up if interested.

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