Yet these waves crashing their drear tempest 'pon the land

Yet these waves crashing their drear tempest 'pon the land Are overcoming darkly, dashed anxieties Battering the bleakness to sediment and sand Scattering the beacons of drowned priorities

Pissed And 30

I wrote this in 30 seconds. I know it tells but I am also very drunk. Go the bubbles. Its my 30th and its how I feel. Speeling jam is re typing all the mistakes I make whilst pissed. Alochol hey.
Cherry

SF. Pt 7b. The Jazz Club.

Simon kindly fills in some gaps.

Don’t. Stop. Me. Now.

One of my (famous?) rants...forgive me?
Cherry

December 12

Going through the stockroom to clock in, the shelving is skeletal; then where the cages of new delivery go, are neatly laid out posters, huge and bright as medeival banners - 70%OFF, 90% OFF, LAST FE

Will you listen to me?

Will you listen to me? (Rhetorical Question) (12th Dec 2008, 11.23pm) Can I have your attention, please? Stand up straight, fall to your knees: find your comfortable level
Cherry

Plastic Fantastic - Take 2

With every line a strict 7 syllables, or 3 1/2 iambic feet, in the hope that it scans better now!!!

Sick Buildings (part 1 of 3)

Chapter 7 of the Babel series

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