Certificate 12

And so the war between men of machines and invention and the servants of magic had began.

If I should die; that love should live and not die with me.

Berlin, 1929

One of these days, thinks Arthur, I’ll write all this stuff down.

Cowboy Killer (6th January, 2009, 2.24pm)

He strode in like a cold wind
blowing through my mind,
words slung from his hips like
guns, bullets ready for firing;
deadly, silver-tongued ones.

A separate wing has been built to house
these types, who blush at the door,
walk funny, who used to be able to hide
what had happened from other patients.

VII.

One man finds something intriguing, and realizes he sees things differently. Another man cannot find hope.

Ryan wakes up back home in Truro with no memory of his life in Cliffport. His parents are alive, his brother is not trying to kill him, and his best friend is still his best friend.

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Mystery of your face, mirrors
of your grace,
many smiles have met those lips,
faint kisses filled iwth contempt, naked asps
dance in the air, twist
no one's fair.

Meeting you was like

"I cannot live as nothing, these four hundred years have deadened me. One last glimpse of the light is all I ask."

A young couple were walking in the woods during a misty winter morning. In the distance could be heard the roar of a chainsaw, its carousel of chattering teeth racing round the central blade.

Dress your own Britney!

Inspiration point- 25/12/08, 2:10am – A lot of things happened lately and finally inspiration struck me! ;-p

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A man comes to my door who I haven’t laid eyes on in twenty years. I recognise him as an individual who used to bully me when we were at school.