Self Portrait
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Storms and riderless horses and ice ages whilst the curvy girls scowl at the flat chested girls + yet I’m not watching just drinking as the sun burns my pale skin + It’s not that I’m scared of dying it’s just that I don’t want to know the truth because I already know and it’s Read more
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To think of all those endless walls of doubt. You ask yourself what you dream of, and then if you’re willing to make it happen. If it leads you down a solitary road, will you be prepared to do what it takes to keep walking? Emerging from the shadows, the bright lights look so Read more
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English wanker on a train Wordless vigilante no longer (most of the time) Read more
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Self portrait as wallflower. I trimmed my beard. I look forwards with bored eyes never smiling. Swirling like cinnamon. Swirling like cigarette smoke. Sepia memories. Autumn feelings getting lost with deadened leaves. The blah blah blah of aching hearts. Tingling spines and release. Little deaths galore, one finger at a time. Read more
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Self portrait wearing favourite jumper. Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 