The Infernal Sausage

For one stomach churning instant, I remained rooted to the spot, in front of one of the reflective ground-floor windows of Muller Finance Building, at the end of Rushmore Street.

Pet Worth. Part Three.

“Now wait just a minute,” Mum demanded. “You can’t just send us to a human pound to be given a lethal injection.”

The Hour BBC 2.

The Hour is also on STV with that fat bird that is trying to get thin and used to be a singer, but now she’s a presenter. And I must admit she is not pretty, but pretty good. But, although there are plenty of them about, it’s not that hour. It’s the other The Hour, which is not Mad Men. It’s nothing to do with Mad Men. And anything to do with Mad Men is incidental. In fact, don’t even mention Mad Men. My first impression of The Hour is it is not...
Cherry

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

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My Shell, Michelle (IP)

1st Verse: There is a shelter I rely on; a shoulder I can always cry on. I thank you very much Michelle; my sanctuary from this hell. When my heart is a refugee;

There Is My Heart (Soft Rock Song)

1st Verse: Sun bursting through the clouds; There is my heart. Songbirds singing aloud; There is my heart. Kids laughing down the lane; There is my heart. High flying aeroplane;
Cherry

How to Mummify Your Heart

inspired by botany.

Echo Speaks

inspired by Greek myth & science

Lonely Shadow Cast

Flashing neon signs Dark pavement left behind But more to go I know, I know I've darkness on the mind Absorbed in mind's cafe I take a seat to say, “This can't be mine This dream I find

Old Grudges

I dance – Winding movements of tooth, of claw, Wandering steps of Dante’s dreams, Tracing tracks of those who received Odin’s eye – This time he will demand more.

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