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I was once that, the untamed horse running free and roughshod over global ideas of how the big guns thought it all should be stomping it all out with placards and stop the uranium mining anthems, while in the same day sleeping with 3 girls in a friend’s teepee. That was me once the one … Continue reading

a ghost story

There is this hell inside me where the flames are mesmerising it’s shape fits your outline that grows and shrinks every time you walk in, walk out. Tell you what, i’ll be the empty house and you be the ghost. I’ll keep my favourite illusions about us in tiny glass jars like portable mausoleums. What … Continue reading



  i’m lost without you, did i mention that? i scrape my brain cells that hold the memory of you the way you remove dead flesh from a heel and i keep the skin cells in tiny glass jars like portable museums.   i carry them everywhere for emergencies opening them up at dinner parties … Continue reading