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Eriksay

I wished to write ‘An ode to you’ – no, too thoughtless too common those words never reached the screen and I wonder if they reached you as I tried...

Heroes

We always meant to be something more than we think we are. Often in movies or even in cartoons, a character or more would be the shining star of the...

Sicken

The sensation of hot rage and cold sweat the shaky feeling the regret you ever said anything or made your presence known. you want to go home or cry...

The Voice Is In My Head

I'm Spring I think we've met before in some other place in another time. You don't remember? I don't mind. I'm Spring. I come back every Year.

IF

bent time warped past wasted present nothing lasts forever

old man

his life shriveled so small. it ends as nothing at all. the old man farts and laughs. all he has is gas, no engine or drive in him.

Torremolinos 2

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Holiday in Torremolinos. I come here to write (partly), for which I need peace and quiet, but as the holiday nears the end my wife and I cannot decide which tours to go on!