in the narrow back yard of sixty-four can be found a kind of life - some of it is wild. a picture frame to step through: a meridian. reality is such a simple trick, it imbues this view with what? i wash the cutlery. watch rain-streaked glass. frame within frame over concrete yard. every word from all … Continue reading Flamingoes & Trampoline.
bad lieutenant had the greasy palm, sought soft fruit solace in an odd shaped bar. supped black sambuca - contracted boozers' arm. couldn't find way out of carrier bag. caught a tap on the chin from the bristol crow. grew to dislike soubriquet bestowed. reversed tartan, tripled vodka intake flow. couldn't find way out … Continue reading soubriquet.
donate some more american pie, turn out, top-shelf, reward of pliny. rear up and spear, spoon and sprout. and soon send several suppers weekly. she knew there was something wrong with the elders - kids hidden in the men of yesterday's pages, spoke of weal, sopping papers, misbehaviour. put up the hunt was the trick … Continue reading spoke of weal
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