Tag: England
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Self-Portrait #6,011
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Herding Beats on Film: A Weekend of Dancing in the Woods
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Online Sneeze Generater
Morning yawning, Brain brewing, Coaxing it out, Down the juicy wet snout. Flying partials, On Guardian articles, Ac-hew, nasal spew! Nosey pleasure, Sticky treasure, Hot and fast, I sneezed at last!
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The Bitch Is Dead
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Baaarrrr II – The Purpose of Sheep
A poet. Yes with a King Charles spaniel and up-lighters. Market stalls and wondering dick heads at chav night. Fuck you. Sun a March born miracle. Now gone split glimmer of bright light. Motorway, Anticipation and cherish like yesterday pluss. I see them again. Tiny sheep, furry birdies, #babysheepflesh, As one would expect as we…
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Mid Winter Light
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Beautiful Winter Seascapes
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Abstractions of December
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Beat Up Pinky
Instructions Run the cursor over at several points top to toe. Make me jump. http://wearepigeon.co.uk/client/cobra/ Shot and created by Andrew Hardy.
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“Don’t Molt”
Is it eight am yet? What do i need, lies? Tiles cleaned for girls night, Candy-floss extensions of hate. . Sitting remembering the gemologist, Am i back on the breast? A stubborn cliche A combination of words. . A Maggie A black cat A text A feeling that’s down. A low Another day Another hangover Another inhalation. . Track between England, fog between…
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Ellen the Alien Nun
My head leans to a secret thought A meditation visa in Burma And Ellen . Alien-esque with those ears, Pink and the little wooden structure called home. How i laugh. . If this is the end and that is the beginning, Just how i imagined back then when i wanted to stay, Through circumstance, And premonition, And reason.…
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Twenty Years Without Death
Eating hidden flesh, Hurling until the blood rises to the skin. Your mistake has cost you two days and two hundred pounds, Its cost me twenty years without death. Hidden amoncst beans and roots, The screen commits a thousand sins. Your mistake draws tears past the surface, and out, My twenty years without death. .
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