Enough
These are lives lived on display Out on limbs, ledges and high tension wires
In between nothing and [...]
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These are lives lived on display Out on limbs, ledges and high tension wires
In between nothing and [...]
Read Enough...
It had been raining incessantly for years.
Noone could remember anything else but huddling together to try to get warm. To try to get some comfort.
Apart from that, there were the scraps of memories that were sewn together to create a story that would make sense of it all.
Of it all? Of the rain. Of the [...]
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“Attention, Class of 2058!”
Zhen, seated in the back row, watched the heads turn towards the sound of the teacher’s voice. The teacher adjusted her brand-new regulation outfit again. She had been trying to make it sit comfortably for most of the trip.
“Soon we are visiting London’s famous Tate Modern Art Gallery.”
An appreciative murmur rippled through [...]
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Fat drops of wet splash upon my naked eyes. This is because my head is tilted back as far as it can go. My throat exposed like a ready sacrifice: it’s not a comfortable sensation and an ache has coalesced in the base of my neck and is steadily creeping down my spine. Presumably this [...]
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Forty-seven years since the Games, the remains of Parliament lie forlornly across the river. The shattered windows stare uncomprehendingly at the great London Eye now lying half-submerged in the Thames like some giant discarded bicycle wheel. It’s dusk, and London lies sullen before me. I breathe the smell of wood-smoke and coal and try and remember tourists, congestion and [...]
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1.
As dark-shod feet sloshed through the rain and flood-induced sludge on the pavement, moisture hung in the air from the fog off the river that lapped for now, peacefully against the concrete and flex-metal container built after the great war of 35 destroyed part of the bank. Laser turrets blinked expectantly in the mist, constantly [...]
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Three tubes
Any old paint will do for
this muck. “Splash it on me hearties, with an old sock, in ultramarine !” said he
look at me.
Rope it,ride it, suck it, seize it.
Suffer it .
Beat it, slap it, whip it
There.
“Do you know … ?”
Ah!
Feel it ,
won’t you !
all over your hands, smell
it, taste it on [...]
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I had a dream last night that i don’t quite understand. Usually when my head hits the pillow i dream about inconsequential circumstances that seem to evolve from ideas i have on a regular basis, such as misplaced objects, pressure causing panic, difficulties that i may one day face.
Many would say that when you dream [...]
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