Combing through the knots

Such a severe mixture of love and disgust So much anger and so little trust Tired of patching the image of you I'm out of cloth pieces, the memories, through
Cherry

In the paper bag

I'm trapped inside this paper bag It's not a problem, just a snag I'm trying to remember how I got in here, to get out, now. It's dark and crinkly in this place

Today I picked a petunia

Sometimes there's just no pleasing...

Qualis Artifex Pereo

A ficticious account of the death of Nero.

Not Knowing Where I Was (I Knew Where I Was)

not knowing where I was I suddenly knew where I was (with you) the moon in my heart fell up to my throat there were columns of light a bus 19 later I realised – Hyde Park Corner!

The little wolf and the three bad pigs

‘We can’t continue to live this way, can we, Rudy?’
Cherry

Sutherland Avenue

City as plot and lyric and song

an ode to Roger Federer

He's a man: that's all. His large, chiseled face shows joy and sadness, strength and doubt, determination, occasionally even anger At his art, he was and is legendary: very true

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