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Scavenger Hunt
I used to think I had a type, but I’m starting to think, in between listening to self help subliminals, and typing up all my adventures, that each achingly amorous affair, was a clue, on a scavenger hunt. My first clue, was a severed, severe hand, clutching a ruler. I took him home, holding him,…
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Aberforth Rides Again
My ex wife told me once, that she sold her soul to Satan, because she was a control freak, and she was starting to think that Christianity was a scam. Apparently, God was always giving her orders, and deciding her fate. He decided that she should be a beautiful blonde, with a gorgeous hazel gaze,…
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New Visual Poem – Let Me Be Your Drug, Darling
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You Make Me Happy
Yesterday I was thinking about us, outside of the day’s distractions, unfortunately overwhelming. My mind was swimming in a stream, arching and reclining, knowledgeable and everblooming, enabling my imagination. Have I gotten off track? Ah, please bring me back, please tell me that, you’ve been thinking about us too. Read My Books Hear My Music…
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Needs
There is nothing wrong with him. Not in the sense that society expects. He has a good job, working with the hands that he’s obsessed with, (he always seems to talk about them, and their alleged talents), he’s got his driving licence, a real one, not one of the little plastic ones, from Legoland. Yes,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 