Maybe

Sitting on the public grass Talking happily Although my words are sparse Everyone knows I can't speak properly Maybe That's why I'm the last asked to leave The last asked for by name Maybe

Another

Another empty packet Blowing in the wind Another filthy racket Another rabbit skinned Another golden locket On a stiffened neck Another hand in pocket Another weeping wreck

Untitled

Deathly wind shakes the furnace Faces glimmer from the fire Long time coming I want that feeling Proud to be bothered by little ones Though inevitably changed Neither better or worse

No alternative now

I've got an idea...

Waterworld - Manufacturers of a revolutionary new product

If you suffer from bladder weakness then this could be the product for you.

Summertime will come, in time (Lyrics)

1st Verse: Our feet are deep in snow; frost glimmers on the trees but when the cold wind blows dream of a summer breeze. 2nd Verse: Think of leaves and blossoms

Save the Soldiers: Chapter 2

“Hello? Excuse me, sir, are you alright?” I opened my eyes slowly.

& huxley is giggling in his grave

the intervention

the man lay dying & like many men before he was suddenly surrounded by an intervening troupe whose mission it was to make him like them “before it was too late”--- now,

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