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untitled #444When I was younger & the idea of personal transport was still a novelty, / me & my friends would drive around town & shout 'nice things' out of car windows at strangers, / ''you look lovely'' etc.
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Oct 20, 2012
Social Media(ongoing)I don't think I'm a very nice person. / Dead people can have ******* / The weirdest part of this morning was the tropical bird that was road **** but I thought was a bag of salt and vinegar crisps, in London.
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Jun 20, 2012
''Friends''Since I last saw you, / You appear to have joined a motorcycle gang / You have signed a record deal
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Jun 11, 2012
Chapter Eleven: (F)Left (R)over (A)Lines (G)From (M)Last (E)Years (N)Notebooks(TS)All the trees with polythene leaves like ghosties trapped in branches. / Dancing drunk with headphones on//& you are the taste in my mouth. / My only ambition is to one day, some how, if only for a moment, be completely angelic.
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May 29, 2012
Gristle craft zeroTiger stripe- midnight counting down the hours until i can see again / & on the way home(alone...yes)I swear I saw something in the hedgerow//rhyme//shudder / something, something, SOMETHING BIG
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Apr 17, 2012
insert titleRide your bike at night with no breaks & no lights / no street lamps in the country & PEDAL / as fast as you can so everything is a deadly blur
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Apr 8, 2012
WattsYou / Should / Try
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Feb 20, 2012
December & a bit of JanuaryObservations & conversations, written the the shallow heights of the sinister winter. / The year that the would ended, successfully, unsuccessfully / ''who were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old & cried''(AG)
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Feb 16, 2012
Glass eye/jawThe good old days... / The good old days... / I miss ''The good old days.''
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Dec 18, 2011
The Golden Glow #2 Vs The Downtrodden & The Incredible Hipness of BeingGround flesh, stumble-grins, arguments without anything pertaining to anything else, only downside down-slide, grumble, rumble & spiff. / If you ever take out a loan at this bank you better not take down any trees 'cus they'll chop you back down, believe me. / Only the fire may burn in yellow & gold, you gotta burn in black,
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Dec 11, 2011
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