on application to new post do not forget to include the following information: current salary, reason for leaving.
current salary. salty water. beach holidays. licking damp skin. ice cream. flight. distance running. walking shoes. balancing act. romantic comedy. fake orgasm. shattered smile. stiff. tense. past perfect. flawless skin. leather outfit. steak and kidney pie. oyster card. london weather. reason for leaving.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
girl meets boy
'you look beautiful' he said. 'i look beautiful' she thought. 'come with me' he said. 'no way' she thought. 'take my hand' he said. 'maybe' she thought 'maybe i should'. 'speak to me' he said. 'i can't' she thought. 'see you' he said. 'goodbye' she thought 'goodbye goodbye goodbye'
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
a lost seagull
a lost seagull flies across my window. this is the canal, i scream at her, not the ocean. fuck off where you came from and leave me well alone.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
you're the kind of person that i am happy to know live in this world
and i could say that about you and you and you and you and you and you too.
Monday, April 06, 2009
saying no
one says, one must say no. but if one says no to the wrong thing...?
i wake up and i think three billion, one hundred ninety two thousands five hundred and nineteen thoughts. brain isn't quite up to speed, 'no' keeps being said to the wrong things.
dear dear dear me.
i wake up and i think three billion, one hundred ninety two thousands five hundred and nineteen thoughts. brain isn't quite up to speed, 'no' keeps being said to the wrong things.
dear dear dear me.
furniture, or my flatmate is leaving home
i visit my (soon to be former) flatmate at her new home, she's made all the furniture there, it's all made up of B&Q's kitchen worktops (granite-effect laminate), she's made tables, chests of drawers, beds, sofas and even a lampshade, which was made by peeling off the laminate and using it as fabric to make a zippered cover for a lightbulb....
Friday, April 03, 2009
the summit
if what you do defines who you are... lost in the hub of a perfect storm you try to make sense of you there they there him there us there. this summit. the lowest point.
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