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Archive for September, 2008

It seems as if my teeth are stepping through a forest of dry undergrowth as another sculpted potato chip  is gorged by my unsated mouth, crunching from side to side , decimated by purposeful molars and incisors until  they are in a Hiroshima state of depose. The glass of amber fluid resides nearby the chips [...]

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It’s whirring and ticking like a bomb, I send in an incendiary of coins to soothe its venom, an alligator mouth opens up and the coins chink into its guts and it’s almost as if my arm is being pulled into the machine, wolfed into the vortex caught between those pyramids of pearly rotten smelling [...]

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It seems that one piece of gossip is never enough,you want a whole cake of it once you’ve had one part, it’s as if you can smell it fresh out of the oven a delicious baked sticky date pudding. Each morsel of information is a spoonful of caramelised sugar that pierces that sweet spot on [...]

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It’s been a long hard slog, the deadline looming like a London bus, but you’ve almost made it. The project involved a small forest or two of paper, checked rechecked and the set into categories and translated into binary code for later cross checking and collation but now you can see it, the finish line [...]

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Sales are about the only time I go to the major department stores and have the joy of riding on escalators, yes of course there’s the leaning tower of pizza types that are on the London underground and airports  but the way they are layed out in department stores I believe they are designed to [...]

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A beautifully terra-formed landscape is sitting on my lap,  hillocks of melting vegetables compete with swirling clouds of mashed potato and dots of paprikised beef ghoulash. Industrial strength steam seems to be spewing forth from corporate sized vents. Smoke stacks and chimneys must pepper the road down there and that’s what it tastes like, a [...]

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The bed is actually a bed of roasting coals, yet they’re cold. From one end to the other I am impaled on a spit like a pig that can’t grunt and I am basted over and over again. I’m trapped in a prison cell, the white walls seem to close in and suffocate and my [...]

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All over the course windmills of hope appear, clubs are released from close musty caverns and escape into swimming daylight. Hands entombed in tight fitting B & D gloves secure grips on rubberised handles that shine with mag wheel chrome-alloy. Mirror faces of concentration shine back from perfect shafts. The club head is a dragon [...]

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When things become automatic it’s as if you’re no longer thinking, no longer doing , as if the pathways in your head have been fixed. Re-orienting habits and actions is like digging a grave. The old ones are buried deep and the hands or the eyes just go to familiar places, the fluid drive automatic [...]

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It seems the clutch is slipping, the clutch between my brain and my voice box, words hunt around in the solar system inside my head, but the tread-plate will not engage the back of the throat and make the larynx vibrate. There’s a bloody mailbox stuck in my throat that’s why it seems so hard [...]

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