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The misadventures of the heart and sometimes, the stomach.

Succubus

5th November 2009
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“Hurry, take it”, the voice said; thrusting the rusted key at his face. Hesitantly he took it. The cold metal felt foreign and hostile. “Take the first left at the end of this corridor. Hurry before she wakes. Good luck” He stared at his escape. One turn was all he needed to be free. “Hurry

Book II

19th October 2009
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Took the book from the shelf The title is one that I know well Brush the collected dust from its face See the imprint left in that void of space Listen to the satisfying crack of its spine Breathe in the scent of aged paper Feel each indentation made by the entombed words

Look, just look.

17th June 2009
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Look mum, at this drawing I made You’re not good enough Look mum, at my report card You’re not good enough Look mum, I did the chores You’re not good enough Look mum, I am performing You’re not good enough Look mum, they are clapping for me You’renot good enough Look mum, I achieved my