Tag: writing
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FROONING
freely frooning in my sleep, i fear not the frost, but in this flimsy and forbidding foundry, a formidable phalanx of philanthropists forbiddenly formulate faux farms, festering farcicle frost for fame, freedom and fun. frowningly, the freak frogfish from afar were finally unfrozen. they flew through the ozone no go zone, and familied frillions of…
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DISHWASHER REPRESENT
standing in a kitchen washing up pots time to kill so i sit down lots lowest member of the staff no point denying man now i’ll try my hand at a yellowy frying pan if i say it’s for the dollar it would sound like i’m lying man my life in a kitch and i…
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LUNNUN
when i walked out one rainy grey midsummers morning i planned to walk to lunnun town that city so alluring i got my geese some tarmac shoes to lead us to temptation or to take us up to high barnett to profit from inflation i hooked a bag upon my back i cut mysel’ a…
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FASHION FROSTED
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published fashion frosted breastplate eager added toenail seven holy oak holes threaded with a fox tail slumming like a Richepigg broken oily fishstick wrestle training underground ezra thor and thunder pound arse hole bum hole arse eye shit hole eye brown itch bitch ripped raw…
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RICKETY LANE
me dog walk down old rickety lane new boots give my heelbone pain stopped short by four five live cow hobby farmer turns saying: not right now pup-dog tongue lolls, she’s intrigued dashes in dashes out, farmer’s peeved don’t want a fight so we avoid it find the stream and walk beside it sunshine breaks…
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REDDISH AND GOLD ROOM
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published lying down in a room of reddish and gold another minute flies off another minute old chest is hollow like a birdcage cathedral in a desertside town and the sign says sold reddish and gold room seacity view hurricane stormbrew blacks turn blue floods…
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FOOT STRAIN
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published alarm at 9:30, wake at 8:30, stretch in bed, go downstairs to kitchen, make omelette, give a quarter to a friend, eat the rest, alarm sounds, cycle to uni, shuffle the word order of an essay, print it, fuck around, go to the bar,…
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THE CLUB
through forests and fogs through thickets and thin i trek through the country to get to the din but when i get to the club they don’t let me in cos i take the wrong drug and i don’t want to sing for my supper or a beer from a big bouncer thug but i…
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OLD WORLD
old world is a book about the future.old world is a book about time.old world is a book about the end of the world. old world is a series of tales woven through 5 time-inverted chapters. it is labyrinthian and weighted and geometrical; a kaleidoscopic cast of characters revolve like a strange machine around a…
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When…
when i began to learn to love is when i learnt to live with love and all i had was everything though all of things was not enough so off i took in search of things and things i found them everywhere and everywhere was not a place and anyone was not a face so…