He wore his clown face – brimming with big boned and jumbled features – and smiled. But his bug-blue eyes, when you looked into them, held only reflections of sad and shaded river pools in some other autumn, and beneath the surface shadows and shapes shifted and were unseen again as the beds eddied. In … Continue reading Again, back
i'm looking at death, you're looking at life. but if we could both meet in the middle somewhere then we will both get to live a little. the important thing is genes, i guess. i cry. look at our fingers. *looks at fingers* makes me think about life and death and everything between. we laugh … Continue reading between.
November 6 2004 (Crystal Palace) [letter extract to MB] 'Last night, random fireworks snapping their fingers over and around the surrounding boroughs - just one or two every hour or so. The first one though exploded out of the dark blue cover of teatime, quite close by and actually made me jump! Next door's little … Continue reading Notes From A Fragile Island. 4
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