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When it really should be three a.m. in the morning and it’s one in the afternoon it seems my whole body becomes encrusted with treacle, the afternoon tastes like sticky caramel sauce and things begin to run on autopilot. A hand reaches for a cup of coffee in an automated computerised assembly line manner , [...]

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Constellation light displays and warning signs hover overhead , they are spaceships paused for landing, as we descend into the scar of earth. We are enveloped in a false orange glow, shooting star lights and traffic signals flash brief messages – 80 – keep to the left – check your speed. The tyres slipper along [...]

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Shaken, its as if there’s a  hundred soldiers inside, marching from end to end, big black army boots stamping their ways to either end. I’m holding a delicate chocolate square, a brick of ignition primed and ready to go as the lazy boy drawer opens to show the rows of pink sleeping baby match-heads.  I [...]

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A flippery-floppery mass of dripperly jet black shinyness erupts from  gargling waves, the face mask a bobble of eyes is pulled back over the spongy hood, legs dangle below in the convulsing pitch, body kept warm through the flow of particles through the spongy neoprene. It’s been a boiled chicken type of dive , over [...]

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Hooves beat on silver rails as the intra-state crouches out from the kaleidoscope of criss-crossing spiderweb tracks,  lattices of steel that refine down to a single narrow beam that shoots into the countryside. The train becomes a pencil, drawing its way across the landscape, sculpting  hllls and fields and bridges and roads on its passage [...]

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I can’t tell you what determination tastes like, but when I’m near the 7th repetition of 10 on the third time through it seems to taste like saliva, a lot of it. Trying to raise that damn squigglly barbell with 20 kilos gets close to impossible,  the muscles in my biceps are simultaneously liquid and [...]

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A bowl of weet-bix each at the kitchen table with drizzlings of warm milk which make the biscuits in the bowl turn into a soggy cardboard mass, easily consumed. Filled we traverse the enormous lawn  and hear the steady whirr of the generator and the metallic sweep of the paddle in the milk trough , [...]

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Every morning I scuttle about in the pots and pans cupboard, shelved in there is the miniature frypan. Its underside resembles a scorched lunar reentry vehicle, splotches of earth brown and licorice black stare back at me while the non sick surface; just starting to pit and fracture is a cooled mountain lava flow of [...]

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‘Race you to the other side’….. I take in a cyclone of air that draws into a chasm within to blow me through the journey. A fist of ice grips me as skin slithers into the mangled depths. All I see is a cloud of ultra blue, the light blue sides and bottom of the [...]

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Ushered into our allotted seats, fingers scraping over the printed advice, F 17 & 16. As the shorts and adverts play out we radar each seat to see what number we are up to  F27! We shuffle along the  aisle like lazy rhinoceros blocking the view of other patrons who are well settled with noses [...]

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