Sunday Evening 22nd February 2015


Everyone hands me something along the path like a video game heroine picking up treats and bonus levels as she pursues the ultimate goal…something endless-a sequel every season.

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From outside myself I hold myself, kiss myself, play with myself, tell myself it’s going to be okay. ‘You’re so beautiful’. ‘If only you could see yourself laying in my arms – a new born baby, a lifeless corpse.’

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Spiritual things are still happening without a god.


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