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taking the seat on the plane at the same time as on the train starting completion of synchronicity she talked of Mona Lisa and her lovers...

But if you are going for a walk why do it alone why not share it with a cow if you do it right you might get a friendly face licking what...

Like a cat powered dream all soft and slow piano fine clocks and time running on rhythmic hops from topic to thing food pushed aside the...

turn that light out I thought as I lay back in the sand and looked up at the glaring moon therapeutic madness ebbing and shuddering...

fat fluffy bumble bees lazy around the hyssop and lavender dancing with butterflies as they find new suckling spots between the flowers...

I didn't die at Easter I died in April rejecting the spring hearing thoughts through sentences in contradiction that between is clarity...

writing reams of poetry in her head on a Sunday morning lying in his bed It rains against the window a perfect lazy day she lies naked...

Have I died enough, enough times, have I died well enough deep enough hard enough with enough feeling, enough passion,...

I wish to be buried in a plain wooden box, with a plain woolen cloth under a plain wooden cross. By the wee murky river that flows as if...

When I have no father then can I feel alone? When I cannot talk to mother can one feel alone? When I have brother, sister but no family...

A Billion shades of grey push and hassel the sky And a blue pine mountain lies across my way, A long bundle of oaks gone higher and high,...

I take a step stop I take a step stop walking I take a step please stop walking I take another I said please stop so how can I ever...

feel nothing know nothing Nothing but thoughts As easy as one two three Thoughts tell lies tales misunderstood ...

here I am after walking around to so many of the wrong wards, told to file and sit, but my how I thought that thought I’d get but I...

don’t mistake a flower for a flower what good is an idea if it can only be found in a book seeing what’s before you and knowing what’s a...

...and this is very wonderful here ghosts tugging at me sharing with me stories in my lives with details forgotten dancing in my mind and...

went to Malmö Copenhagen was great swimming in the harbour sun chairs and wine on woodworks six packs towelling on boats invitingly...

so this fucker was quietly drinking a whiskey the last of summer evenings In attempts to capturing sanity with air signs dominating...

with my peanut fatty salted fingers I destroy a book of love intimacy relationship love the realm of fantasy brought up in faiths...

flashes in my soul as part of a reality that never was but always is eternal and never existing in the same moment until now feeling of...