Polly

Polly put the kettle on… Polly put the kettle on… Polly put the kettle on… And now she’s stuck

Belle de Fou Rire

Belle de Fou Rire. Tortured franchises of confessional love, the grave- robber set upon his task, that found him moving in above of all that went

Awa the Noo

Dear John,

the storm

long since left there is still a perilous state we are still standing on a precipice the omnipotent storm still raging in our mind

The Sharp Edge Of Steel: Part 3

The Sharp Edge Of Steel : Part 2

A bolt took me in the shoulder and I tasted sand. The pain screamed through my body...I fought to stay conscious, breathing in the pain, using it to get back on my feet.

Deep Blue Darkness

...unknowable, vast, untameable. I can’t explain it but somehow it feels safe, familiar. The dark water like a blanket, like home, warm, safe, holding me weightless as I drift.

The Rain

I like the puddles it makes On every single street I like to cause mischief And splash people I meet.

So long

Think I'm finally out of ink threw in everything but the kitchen sink (tempted to use everythink but unnatural as not from London and thought it might just cause a stink).

WHERE ARE YOU DEAR? (I.P.)

Behold a lady comes this way....

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