Tag: imagination

• Champ Tokes Off A Janky Turbot (Woodford 09)

  When I light piffs that’s my beacon lit And Rohan shall answer Ask and get answer Take a chance, be a chancer You take every lump You take a champ toke off my blaster like Greedo who shot after If I had a gat, thank god I don’t, I’d be your master; hear it popping…

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  5th May 2024

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• SpitItOut

  About to lay down truths Leaving today with an empty boot Fuck fire I’m pyre in the booth Vampire in the tooth Cthulhu call me Architeuthis My brother and me raised by a wolf We trust but each other Direlings, born under the sign of Wolfe’s arctother Our arcs align with one another Our snarks…

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  3rd May 2024

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• The Agent – V

  Cobalt had discharged his newly-loaded pistol at point-blank range so whatever secrets Harpenden knew, about why what went down in Cairo went down, were utterly destroyed as the synapses which allowed the accrual of experiential knowledge turned first to puce mince then to sickly hot pink gravy against the garish yellow umbrella tops. Cobalt Byron,…

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  3rd May 2024

  Short Stories

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• The Boys

  Looking fly for the boys Fucking lie for the boys Fucking die for the boys Duck and fire for the boys Go hard for the boys Hoe guard, them toys Look fit with the boys Fuck, lit with the boys.

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  3rd May 2024

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• Drizzly Day Date Dublin 

  Lash raining  Cab hailing Grips cold railing  She’s gold, grailing  Near to Grafton Trying to cold read her Taxi metre rocking up like Peter Looks amazing Looks she’s graced with Grace of angels  Grips the handrails  Like walking steep trails Along they sail  Like a shit train even a good date has potential to derail…

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  3rd May 2024

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