A British Spy 3

"Blink once if you know someone is a spy," Francis asserted. "Yes," Gabriel answered. "Where are we?" asked Gabriel. "Montana." "When was I flown to Montana?" "While you were sleeping."

Glen Campbell: The Rhinestone Cowboy; An Evening with Glen Campbell, BBC 4.

Glen Campbell is the Doris Day of Country and Western, or indeed American Music. He’s the ‘Rhinestone Cowboy’ who came from a humble background, musically a child prodigy that could make a guitar and most other instruments sing and his voice was good too. He’d the hunky wholesome good looks that spoke of apple pie and living the good life for Jesus. Sure he got lucky. It’s not enough to be talented. Even Doris Day before she was a virgin got...

a snowy Saturday in January and i wish you were here

a snowy Saturday in January and i wish you were here a dense, grey gruel of cadaverous air, slanders the chimney pots. birds hang on branches like tears clinging to an eyelash.

bran tub

bran tub i am sat beside a large tub. it is filled with light brown soil, supporting a shrub that is unknown to me. perhaps it has origins in Japan. it reminds me of a bran tub

flapjack pigeons

flapjack pigeons a thin, grey lunch break inside a great, glass greenhouse: my numb fingers, break a Bakewell tart flavoured flapjack, into beak-sized bites,

joe kelley’s dick size

most men who cry silently about the size of their cock, do their best to compensate by getting a big truck with a huge sound system, so that they can parade down the street

the hero

forgot exactly what impulse drove him/her to med school, like an idealistic lawyer forgets quickly, the way that they thought “justice” would prevail in the courtroom &

sleeptalker

things done in the day that s/he doesn’t want him/her to know come out at night when s/he sleeptalks & upon waking, s/he worries that something might’ve come out,

Corporal Jones?

Was chatting to a friend yesterday and the subject of tolerance was raise. Religious, I think, though it could be any branch.

A British Spy 2

Gabriel was driving very fast, ultra fast on the highway. He felt at home with the music of Mozart's 40th played by Michiko Uchida. His eyes turned cold and emotionless as he sped faster.

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