A Good Time To Buy StockThe market was a patchwork of fruit and vegetables that looked more like they should adorn a Christmas tree than be consumed by wet, greedy mouths. Mervyn, an annual visitor, bought one hundred apples, fifty pears and seventy oranges. He took them home in his battered fiesta and put them in his shed. He waited twenty two days, and then on the twenty third day he went into see what he had created.A Good Time To Buy Stock
When he opened the door a cloud of flies escaped, but some swerved about, dizzy in the rising odours. The pile in front of him was transformed beyond recognition. Every orange had turned into a powdered white snowball, covered in tiny de
The ToogoodsThey'll grow out of it, was what people always said of the Toogoods, and usually how ironic their surname was came whispered cruelly after. Miranda was born first, on the second of March nineteen eighty six, Clara followed three years later on the twenty first of February, completely overshadowing Miranda's third birthday by arriving late. More children would come after Miranda and Clara, but they shared this special bond of hatred, they screeched and scratched their way through childhood. One Christmas day when Miranda was seven, their parents came down to find Clara opening all the presents, the bright pink wrapping paper strewn across theThe Toogoods
Two Birds and a StoneIt was an intermittently bright afternoon in spring, and outside a fashionable cafe near the city centre, two women sat, lattes in hand. One was around thirty five years old, wore smart, thick-framed glasses and a knee length, tight, pencil skirt. The other was a little older, a little more rounded and carried a shiny, red leather handbag that could have fitted a kitchen sink, three Chihuahuas and a complete ‘Encyclopaedia Britannica’. Occasionally the first lady’s eyes would flick towards it with a look verging on the disdainful, her own small purse clutched delicately on her lap.Two Birds and a Stone
They met here for lunch every Wed
Spindleberry GroveIn a sea of nailsSpindleberry Grove
and tacks and spurs there lies the island
of Spindleberry grove. Where princesses lie and sleep, to wake
one thousand years later when their skin hangs from their bones
and their knotted, endless hair spreads out choking everything
and the Spindleberrys poke up like pine cones,
waiting.
cranes
time time time
A Girl NamedI once knew a girl named Coma, her kisses tasted like television static, and her spine was hidden like roots, like love letters carved in trees(nature,cover oursecrets.nature,coverourselves.)A Girl Named
Andshe’d whisper to me:
“Things are
Breaking, Things are Broke. Whatisthiswasteland? Whatislife,but-a-prescription? Lover-o-Lover,tellme
Molotov-fairytales,touchme Withyour sedatives,your tongue Islike opium, Lover-o-Lover,helpme Forget,helpme Never-Wake-Up”
I once loved a girl named Coma, &
Lots of poetry
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Fuck the Faux.
"My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."-Wilfred Owen
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