Black Market Prosthetics
I woke up trying to open the wardrobe. The alarm raged me and I wondered what I was doing. I had had a restless night. Pretty soon, my nose began to bleed.
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Digging the Hole You're Standing In
The head lights glint gold off the rail in the tunnel and the platform shuffles as everyone tries to guess where the doors are going to end up.
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Out of My League
We were out and I met this girl and went back to hers. We were in a club called the Vine and Diz was talking to me non stop.
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The Bottomless Pit
I went out and bought a computer. Everybody has a computer. So I figured I needed one. But all I use it for is to watch pornography on the internet. It’s a bottomless-pit-of-pornography machine.
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Sunday on the beautiful doomed Aylesbury Estate
The rain pools on the roof before dripping twelve storeys down the stairwell; slowly like Sunday’s sorrow on the heart.
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Breakfast
Give me your hand, my dear, dip your fingers in to this bowl of tepid porridge. Close your eyes.
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Like Father, Like Son.
A young man reminds his aunt of her youth.
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Warboy
Your mother, she wanted peace But your brother, he wanted war, So they put a gun in his hand Told him what he was fighting for. Truth be told he didn't care, All he wanted was the fight;
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Vitreous Ill-Humour
You laughed at me so hard, It made you cough and splutter; Tears poured from your eyes As you pounded your sides and choked. I woke in the night crying and wondering
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Can You Choose To Believe?
What do you do when you are tired? Tired of the hurt and the tears? What do you do when you can’t see? Can’t see the sun shine through your window?
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