At the dead centre of a dream where X marks the spot the light switched off, or would have; at the end of the garden where the wild badger stirs in his sett and the alley, damp with fox, hexed

It was a tired patch of grass at the end of the road. No-one ever went there, why would they?

Blue Oceans. Ripe green leaves. The coils of the brains fossil down to sea. Beating down the bushes we laugh and throw the mud we make. You're only blood and bone you know,

Teenage boys struggle to escape the inner city.

Act 1 Scene 1- scenery is in a old play house, a ruin now, messed and deserted. Eva walks on.

Apologies to Brian http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=draua97qH1Y

Tale of two cities ?

Girlfriend trouble.............