So much rain the forecast should be a fivecast. The wind scrumps a fruity search through the street, returning laden to leaden skies with paper from recycling boxes. Chunks of confetti celebrate a perfect marriage of wind & rain then fall to the earth.
Yesterday's news. Again.
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- TOGETHER IN PERPETUAL DREAMS
- DEFINITIONISH (part 6)
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- ROUGH-SLEEPING FIGURES
- THE CONSTANT TRAVELLER
- DEFINITIONISH (part 5)
- 23.02.20
- DEFINITIONISH (part 4)
- I HATER MERCATOR
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- DEFINITIONISH (part 2)
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- AMERICA CASTRATO
- CO-CODOMAL DREAMING (part1)
- THE ENTREPRENEUR'S NEW CLOTHES
- PALETTABLE
- COURTING
- THE RHYME OF THE ANCIENT PARAMOUR
- RADIO SUM
- A YEN FOR MY LOVE (title suggested by Henry Normal)
- IN LIEU OF A HALLMARK CARD
- THE SPACE BETWEEN
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About Me
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- Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal. Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair. Walk with a limp and a stick. Cue the double entendré and the stick. Saving money on shoes. Spending it on thoughts. Overdrawn at the creative bank. Loan facility disabled. The irony! Stronger through weakness. Weaker through slogans. New journeys to be taken. Pop along. I'm off my back. I'm back.
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