Sex
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Bringing the shot glass down onto the table, it shatters and cuts my hand. There’s no pain, however, only mild annoyance. There is blood, but not much, and when I suck the wound, the red stuff disappears like tears in the rain. It vanishes like whisky down a throat that should know better. Some… Read more
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Across the road from me, there’s an old woman sat in a wheelchair. It looks as if she’s got some kind of growth problem, and although she’s smiling, I feel sorry for her. Not just because of her disability, but because she seems like a good person. And life has a habit of shitting… Read more
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If the world falls apart, and things collapse like a house of cards, I want you to come round and see out the final few hours with me. Let’s open a bottle of wine, smoke a few cigarettes, and sit around chewing the fat in anticipation of the end. I don’t want to save… Read more
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I saw several mourners attending a funeral sheltering from the rain as the coffin was hoisted onto the shoulders of four smartly dressed pallbearers. They struggled with the weight, but in the end, they managed to walk the short distance to the church without dropping it. Stood there watching, it struck me that one… Read more
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Emerging from the undergrowth as she balances the moon upon her shoulders, I stumble into the road while shouting verse from some book I picked up in a charity shop. Dark energy is my biggest concern, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing at all. Blowing bubbles as she juggles planets while… Read more
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In the middle of the night, when the world stops spinning, I sit at my desk and put words onto paper that might be good or perhaps terribly bad. It’s not until morning when the truth is revealed, and I either smile or light a cigarette out of frustration. Remembering days from my past,… Read more
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Walking back from work, a dog runs into the road and dives beneath a parked car. Then another, he too darting through traffic as if wishing for the end. The frantic owner approaches me a few minutes later. Yelling at someone on her phone, she asks if I’ve seen her two dogs. I tell… Read more
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You put the bullet in the chamber like coffee in the pot. All those days spreading like cancer around swollen tongues. Shaken baby syndrome and nicotine stained fingers playing a tiny violin on cute little wrists. Blood on the dirty asphalt and tyre tracks leading to an overturned car on the side of… Read more
