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Observation #1
She had the Acute Personality of a Chemist Shoe.
Observation #2
The Best Beer is Poured in Bars that, unfortunately, Smell like Troph Lollies…
Observation #3
Dirty Skirtboards and Flaking Wallpapers evoke Sweet Nostalgia, Foodscraps on Kitchen Benches and Coffee Cup Stains evoke…Sigh
Observation #4
Everyone takes the background music seriously as soon as…the piano cuts in…
Observation #5
NSFW
observation #6
some movies should come with health warnings!
halos and crosses…
I… Love a leisurely lay in on the sabbath
DJ703
Every now and then the sky opens up to reveal a puzzle piece of land
Jet Sinker Trench
…a dank clay wasteland…
Barberella…The Ships Head
Collectively they form a phosporus sea-floor conspiracy beneath her
Red Wine Blood Pump
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‘Wall Flower’
I wonder if God is waiting till visiting hours to come get me
‘Enough Poison’
Interrupted ‘is path ev’ morn with a minesweep a’ unlikely accidents
‘Mantra uttered repeatedly before Restless …
In retrospect I…
This Woman Wild
She curses the moon for illuminating her frame
written ode to Kate O’Brien’s ‘…
painted face and a rubber glove
Dandelion Dreaming
I catch raindrops and tears in my weary, shaking palms / and get hypnotised in the puddles and lines that me and my weather conjure…
Tower
…Spacial Awareness…
Dowsing
it’s people came so thirsy …
Maskography
Fumbling and finding awkward grace in the end.
Santas
Many still hovering with volumes of promise
‘Fringey’ – Fragment #004 ̵…
I light up a casper and enjoy watching the smoke rise and mirror the Brunswick sunrise as I Web and weave my path, a flaneur of her familia…
‘Fringey’ – Fragment #001 ̵…
I force down the dregs of our shared clear skin chalice and dread the ringing cliche ‘chisel’ lyrics that are throbbing through…
