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She read in cosmo that a pill will shed her unwanted fat like a snake skin, or a cocoon, and she …

A mess of moss and broken dead wood underneath my boots my jacket, military handmedown had wire in the hood …

Known not to rhyme every line but when handling mandarins he damages egos of show-boating masters toting silk-cut toking cloaked …

Lucidly, he whispers nothings as sweet as the coke you mix with rum Glancing at her lips, chapped, his thoughts …

Skidding slightly slop on the floor! HOT PAN FIRE IN THE ALLY Put um out put um out fireman Cutlery …

I sit in the same room with rabbit hay strewn round – ale in hand. Shit – many years, n …

Yesterday I reached one thousand views on my blog, and the fame really went to my head. I rushed out …

“I am not mad. I am eccentric perhaps–at least certain people say so…” Hercule Poirot Madness…lunacy…and the hot Egyptian sun… …

Nothing but a place really So why do I feel Weak arms leaden and lids dreary Pull pull pull back …

I was standing at the roulette table; we were at the yacht club. I was wearing a tuxedo and I …

I offered to review Javier Bonafont’s collection of short stories on a whim. I haven’t read anything with even a …

And he that sat upon the throne said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. Book of …

An extended stint of unemployment can be good, for some. Men who live in grand houses – grown fat and …

These are dangerous and turbulent times. At any point a man could wake up surrounded by empty bottles of Henry …

We stood at a junction wielding golf clubs, our dress mixed and perverse. My self tie-dyed t-shirt was loose fitting …

It was never set to be an eventful day. My house-mate and friend, Jack, was already out of the house preparing for …

I am currently reading A General Introduction to Psychoanalysis by Sigmund Freud. I’m not particularly sure why, but I believe it has …

Note: Although by no means a perfect project (indeed is one that opens more doors than it closes) I feel …

Boring but I must be fed the Right stuff not The Voice not Alan Carr they aren’t fit for consumption …

He lived in a grey cluster of houses funded by taxpayers. The sun seemed embarrassed to show its face, but it did …