22.14



romance
wot calling the 
bayleafs is that supposed
to be funny ... I guess it could be
what is you gone over my electric wire 
tho ... when u is paralytic loike ... an I'm tryin
to sneak past it meslef as it happens without you 
noticing me from the bushes  .... theres no rules here 
jus you hidin their in your lair laying in wait near the door ... 






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5-10pm 

misc notes/draft 

nitpicky 

gateway 

and for real is it worth hoovering the ceiling ... 

I don't remember all this last night i thought you were complaining about my driving ... 

burn the floor

armed robbery 

a man walks into a bar  ... 

15.57 25.02.13.




thats totally
mental ... you'll have
people thinking they can
jump off buildings and stuff ...

you know we did a sundance with
that on the right meridian ... jumped all
over the sofas one of my best moments ...

a rocking train alright never could find the track







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headstrong 



15.01





It is like a flower floating towards you on the sea from a long distance, yet smells real close to you. It is evident it is coming nearer to you, as both the scent and the flower are with you  the fresh scent of jasmine and silver needle

a strong shot 



the bell and the diving board 

gangland murders
smooth criminals disguised as gangsters
gamblers

a bowl of fruit and variables ...
nervy jumpy beats
frothing at the mouth
a horrible stomach churning pace

looking down he saw swollen flesh
mouth slow to speak like an orchid
shoulders on back to front

getting a grip on the wagon 

a grassroots movement
heightened the senses

a sharp edge synapses twitching
with the radio frequency
throbbing with the smell of attack

and the covens under 

the high street
organs taken from the living
displayed like glistening vittals

if you prise open their hand






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13.30 misc draft 




where is my silver spoon 

I keep running running from my heart
hoping to catch it 

Im a pool of twighlight 
fashioned at dawn 

a wax sculpture melting in the snow 
in the morning my arms 
will be all twisted 

my face contorted 
like a silver tree 
that you have forced 
into a mould 

holding me down  your hands 
wringling my shoulders 

your thumbs making dents 
in my clay 






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you know and 
now he's rolled me 

back into a ball 
and apparently is going 

to make something else ... 

yikes .. . 

12.53  misc draft 

you know and it wasn't safe to contact him with the shelling going on 

I think I get the twist  

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why people don't want to watch him is 

beyond me is that a bloke thing 

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and were they happy 

to have their poems read out at Guantanamo 

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my strings pulled into a tight chord

a bit like Pistorius or Basshunter you know you forget 

you're talking to a disabled person ... 

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arm wrestling 

um wretstling 

head injuries

a thudding bolt 

things that go thump in the night 

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Maglic Mountain 


sweet home Albania