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Found Before The Fallow
It's a numbers game. Right now, I'm on, tops, six. Phantom eight. I'm two down but holding on to shadows. I've two in the bag, surely. One and a half. Two halves, two halves, okay. I'm five, phantom seven. Breathe, let go. Call it five. Five. It's all so delicately balanced, so tentative, so unpredictable that you've got to, stack your corner, hope ( Read more... ) -
Every Word You've Wasted
Kimo wanders into view. It's been a bright, blue day, the long shadows are welcome respite from a dry sun.
"Have you been here all day?"
"I guess so."
"Oh. Has anything been happening?"
"I dunno. Not much. The usual."
Kimo looks up at the giant LCD screen. Nestled between adverts for Coca Cola and some old media brand trying to buy into the World Cup's ( Read more... ) -
When You Minus Me
What follows is a piece of prose entitled A List Of Things You Are When You Are Not With Me. It is not a list of any description.
1. You are not so much unhappy.
2. As you are aware, the way you are aware you are alive, that there is an outer boundary to your happiness. It's out there.
3. Somewhere.
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This Tale Ever After
The difference between stories and reality is that when someone tells you a story you think you have a handle on all the relevant details and allow yourself to feel that everything you need to know has been made known to you. Stories make you complacent. They offer you a small capsule of information with the premise that all you need do is take two ( Read more... ) -
Non-Revisionist History's The Worst
[record]
Uh, so, is.. is this thing on? Boo-pi-do. Right. Okay. So. This'll be the first and maybe last entry of my video journal. I always fancied myself as a telejournalist but, as it happens, I don't know that I've got the heart. Not that this is, like, a suicide note or anything but, y'know, I just feel pretty weighed down right now like. Heavy ( Read more... ) -
Without Any Further Ado
I wasn't invited to the funeral. I don't know where it was; where, when or if. Maybe I'm being premature - melodramatic. It's easy to know the first time something happens but you may never know the last. The axiom stalks me at night. Especially as I toss and turn in the throes of the same old dream. There is a funeral, all your friends and ( Read more... ) -
Unbeknownst As A Cancer
We were drunk. That'll be the excuse. That'll be what we tell ourselves tomorrow. Tell ourselves but not each other - we'll never speak of this again. The second close encounter, the third time of asking, it's practically tangible now. How many more times can we do this? The question has me in its sights, red dots hovering around my head and my ( Read more... ) -
Bikinis And A Mac
Hottest summer since records began. That's all we've been having for I don't know how long. Hottest May fucking ever! Holy shit, I got sunstroke and it's January! Well friends, associates, countrymen, I've got news for you. You live in ENGLAND. Drab, dreary, wet, miserable, grey, dour, rain-soaked ENGLAND. You get a few hot summers and you suddenly ( Read more... ) -
Still The Same Shape
"We love the drama of summer, that's what it is." You are holding court. We're in the park that your house overlooks, entirely failing to have a picnic by even the most tenuous of definitions. Like an advert for a staying in touch with friends this summer, now with unlimited text messages and a free phone; the grass is green, the sky is blue, a ( Read more... ) -
It Can Take You
I will never, ever, find love until I find someone else who can't help but get up when Dearth by Foals kicks in. Then, maybe we can just talk about the weather. Then, someday we can come home and cut the phone lines. Until then. The odd held hand. A misunderstanding. The look of mild annoyance. And, more than anything else, the iteration; see, meet ( Read more... )