Walking along the road with his old shopping bag Gerald laughed to himself. He’d won another battle of wills and that was what really mattered in his...
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Very moving, so much so that
Posted on Tue, 28 Jan 2014
Very moving, so much so that I felt compelled to write something for the first time in what seems like an eternity. Better out than in, and I'm grateful that my Mum's care-home is in good shape compared to many. Thanks, Marion.
Skin-crawlingly spellbinding storytelling smothered in such suspense that it slaps and harries the reader to rest unnervingly close to the children as they run themselves ragged in this house of toxic shame. It doesn't do the mind any favours to ...
Back with a bang, and how! Your words dollop blotches on an already brutish painting, imparting the madness of sexual conquest through the mindset of a badly wired woman. Her insatiable appetite for lost sailors is a madness all its own. Made me...
That was more like poetry than rant. The funny thing about where we are now is that, having searched and fought for freedom so hard, we appear to have lost sight of it completely. Without home wars for over 60 years, drugs and drink are the new...
London has a knack of putting people in bubbles before they know they're in one. It's the insane imbalance of perceived deserving that does it to me, grotty council blocks nestled among miwwion pand airses, blue strips of paint against the grey...
Very moving, so much so that
Posted on Tue, 28 Jan 2014
Very moving, so much so that I felt compelled to write something for the first time in what seems like an eternity. Better out than in, and I'm grateful that my Mum's care-home is in good shape compared to many. Thanks, Marion.
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Skin-crawlingly spellbinding
Posted on Wed, 11 Dec 2013
Skin-crawlingly spellbinding storytelling smothered in such suspense that it slaps and harries the reader to rest unnervingly close to the children as they run themselves ragged in this house of toxic shame. It doesn't do the mind any favours to ...
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Back with a bang, and how!
Posted on Tue, 14 Jan 2014
Back with a bang, and how! Your words dollop blotches on an already brutish painting, imparting the madness of sexual conquest through the mindset of a badly wired woman. Her insatiable appetite for lost sailors is a madness all its own. Made me...
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That was more like poetry
Posted on Thu, 12 Dec 2013
That was more like poetry than rant. The funny thing about where we are now is that, having searched and fought for freedom so hard, we appear to have lost sight of it completely. Without home wars for over 60 years, drugs and drink are the new...
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London has a knack of putting
Posted on Thu, 14 Nov 2013
London has a knack of putting people in bubbles before they know they're in one. It's the insane imbalance of perceived deserving that does it to me, grotty council blocks nestled among miwwion pand airses, blue strips of paint against the grey...
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I would like as many fucks
Posted on Wed, 27 Feb 2013
I would like as many fucks as possibleRead full commentPosted in Her eyes belonged to infinity
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