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I am not going to say anything that I haven't already said a thousand times before. There will be no ingenuity here. I do not have anymore firsts left, but it would appear that I have one more last. I kept thinking that we had not come to the climax, but it has passed by without me even realising what it was. I kept waiting for something to happen ( Read more... )

I have a unsettled feeling in my stomach, one of monolithic proportions. I can just see a flash of hair and white teeth through the narrow fissure of the doorway. I never use the peep hole because you can only make out a contortioned face and it is difficult to tell if the person on the other side carries a weapon. Time stands still when I slide ( Read more... )

Latet anguis in herba.I once knew a Venus Flytrap. I told Alex James about my bad habit of creating little lies in my head and presenting them as fact. For instance, I told him that there is a certain sort of moth that incubates for years only to hatch for one day only, mate, then die. This might be a real moth, but I can't be sure. I might have ( Read more... )

It is now Confession Time without the ceremony, the confessional, the crucifix, and the priest. This is not the sort of confession for which you repent, hoping that God will forgive and forget. In this sort of confession, you don't wish to be absolved, you want your sin again. So perhaps it's not just a confession. It is also a prayer. A devilish, ( Read more... )

So, if you are one to follow the fodder in the tabloid circulars, you might already know that my young, supple, flamenco guitarist has decided to move out of my not-so-humble abode. Yes, you have heard it here. I, single-handedly, have managed to drive him out with my perpetual nagging and excessive labour demands. Worry not about young Jackson, ( Read more... )

The love of my life, Jackson Scott, has a journal. To commemorate, I just thought I would show some visual aids.

( Hey, Jackson.... )