The Nero Effect

The light bulb blinks at me, like its own brightness makes it squint And wink like I used to when I looked into the sun. The white tiles gleam under the harsh light and I see the lint,

Cancer

The sickest thought in my sickened head Is the sickest wish for sickness. As I exhale grey spectre breath Twisting and changing in thickness I read the warnings in black and red:

SF. Pt. 13c. The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown.

Warning: May contain chronological inconsistencies.

Gabriel Analyzed

"I want to talk about my dream last night," Gabriel started. "Sounds good," his psychoanalyst responded.
Cherry

For the love of it

The fate of an Indian restaurant is determined by the passions of two heavy-weight customers.

I will go into the Forest

Still trying

Last Commute

I took her on the wrong route. Is it this one that is more beautiful? Or was I sitting a different way so I see the last of my journeys more beautifully? Because I know

THINKING TIME!

Think!

Here and There

Who knows What I'm doing Here. Who here Knows What they are doing There. Am I there, Are you here? Or, Are we us, Here and There?

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