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The moment that Graham first saw Kitty, on a bus, his heart skipped a beat. Quite literally, it stopped beating. And as the paramedics loaded his sorry body into the back of an ambulance, like a sack of potatoes, she asked to ride with him; he nodded his ventilated, tubed face softly and as they rode toward the hospital, they held hands - racing ( Read more... )

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Eleven albums that I’m enjoying at the moment (alphabetised):

Antony and the Johnsons: I Fell In Love with a Dead Boy

Aphex Twin: Druqks

Architecture in Helsinki: In Case We Die

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club: B.R.M.C.

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah: eponymous

Devendra Banhart: Cripple Crow

Joanna Newsom: The Milk-Eyed Mender

Kanye West: Late Registration

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Money grows on supple arms
On trees in special money farms;
Their names heed no mark:
Silly things, like Iran - Iraq-
Blood on hands is oil in palms.

And now, perhaps: (a little) closed like a book.