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We’re nearly at the church that overlooks this town of ours. From way up top, you can see for miles. All those distant lights. Those other towns and cities, they spread out in all directions. So many souls just like us. So many stories. Some just beginning, and some near their end. Every once… Read more
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Beer cans as gods. Empty beer cans as dead gods. Beer shits as the gift that just keeps on giving. In the throes of fucking you resemble the violent birth of the universe, and then when your belly’s full of seed, you resemble its slow and inevitable death. You just fade away into outer… Read more
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Send nudes. Send honey. Write me your dirtiest poetry and post it in an envelope sealed with your wettest kisses. Send lockets of your hair that I may sniff and chew before falling asleep listening to the rain blowing against the window. Send me an ounce or two of your soul in an old Sainsbury’s… Read more
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In this video, I discuss my reaction to it being four years since the inception of my blog, myredabyss.com There’s talk about the highs and lows of my writing over those four years, the publication of two volumes A Journal for Damned Lovers, and what the third volume will be like. I also… Read more
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The skin around my fingers is bleeding. Cuticles. That’s the right word, yeah? So yeah, my cuticles are bleeding so I suck and lick them like sweets. Like shiny red lollipops. Or your nipples. Yeah, your nipples. I know, I know, such perversity within the first few sentences, but it can’t be helped. I’m… Read more
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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: Her parents once told her she was an accident, and as the years tumbled by she grew into a catastrophe. She told me; I’m gatecrashing a party here. I have no rules. I have no (finger quotes) dress – code. I exist in a vacuum. I am in the empty… Read more
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Drinking songs and ladybirds and the way you eye yourself up in the mirror not knowing whether you’ve still got it. And this it, is it wanting to know if guys still wanna fuck you, or is it about needing to be the source of their obsessions as well? What eats away even more… Read more
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Originally posted on Letsblogdotcom: I’ve never really been good at excepting change, whether it’s with something as small as buying clothes in colors apart from black or weather it’s something as large as moving house. Change doesn’t just scare me like it does most people, change is like that step from warmth straight into the… Read more
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In fresh snow, you plant your can of beer while I light a smoke talking about my favourite serial killers. It’s far too late, and we should be in bed, but not together, unfortunately, even though my eye for detail concerning the crimes of Jeffrey Dahmer impresses you for sure. The acid in my belly… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 