The Raisin gathers sweat from my fingertips They are greasy now. The dead relative of the grapes in my ruck sack; excreting final fluids onto
The year is 2070, she died in 2069. And now the scene was finally set. He had held on for what to him was an
I was on the George IV Bridge when I realised, with autumn, the nauseous, clouded state that I reside in for summer is cruelly stripped
Mary, you have lied to the world Have you lied? Is the angel of your dream real Or; Was there too much wine at your
Sitting in a train station; waiting for a train. The walls are white, the ground is cold and stone. The Sun shines, winter warm, outside.
pre-judged and pre-empted He goes mad, a bad; egg or so people think, his mind is made up, and outwards he goes for revenge. He