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My stories

Some Kind of Philosophy

I’ve always needed someone to help me through all this; too bad I’ve never had anyone. Oh I’ve had someone, people here and there, but not really. So I say it again: I’ve never had anyone.

Bi-polar

when it comes it comes, this self void hysteria of massive consequence, taking us high. its wings take us to a place not unlike the flower of opium and the cocoa plant. and we fly into mania.

outside staring in and inside staring out

their actions would be me I understand they are me they think me this is me
Cherry

what happened, when?

when it comes to grips with these life choices, back pocket begins to burn, there is no wallet, something has finished. paid for. where to go from here, did we take the only road?

Walking Past (St Chad's to the Marina)

Youth is calling me back on it - Times a flourish with yellows, Greens brown white and blue - before the world turns black. The waterfront years on top of jetties,

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