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Susan had seen Billy the Pie around, obviously. He was the purple-haired clown at the end of her street, the one with the clown car outside his house...

tragic our lives are tragic, starving artists overlooked die in poverty they are buried as paupers - then - too late - gain cult status our lives are...

defending you, though it doesn't feel it! About Endogenic Depression

The sun was setting. They had reached a stretch of desert. She wasn’t familiar with any deserts in the area. Groups of people were gathered in circles across the stretch as several black cars dotted their outlines. Some looked to be around her age. Older ones seemed to stay close to the cars. "Excuse me?" she asked a woman with long grey bushy hair. "How do I get to-" "Follow your instructors kid and join one o' the circles," the raspy voice said as the woman lit up another cigarette.

A chance encounter on Stamford Meadows one sunny summer morning changes Tony Williams' life in ways he could scarcely have imagined.

Suffused with morning’s gleam I rest upon a back porch where snowy remnants melt away in last days of huddled crystals once rampant as a runaway kite...

I should start by saying that I am not the type of person who views cars as anything other than a tool to get me from A to B.

But we don’t drink Saki

Susan was in the kitchen when the door rang. She wasn't expecting anybody, nobody much called round these days, so she didn't hurry. When she got to...