The fifty ways

I heard the Earth rumbling: it was the hearts of millions of fairies turning to stone and thudding on the ground like persistent, regular blows from a hammer. They were dying in their successive droves as daylight reached one time zone after another around the Planet.

Sleeping together

There are two hearts beating, two hearts breathing to the beat of that one drum, breathing naked together, we are joined at the heart and we breathe in unison, always, we pretend it is for always, but know it is not so.

Lesbo Manifesto

So should you happen to scorn or fail to comprehend or accept who I am, respect my soul, and what I have and haven't done, as I respect life and love itself.

My inner clod

I have to say, my inner clod did a grand job with the dusting. Pity about the feet of clay.

Light relief

The best we can hope for on a Monday is zombie-like efficiency.  This means that although the job will get done efficiently, there will be sacrifices. We normally have to contend with an absence of happiness and severe poetry deprivation.

Meh, and the fuck-it generation

They have been validated by the sophistry that everything is defined by how the egocentric individual feels about it.

Lisboa is a woman

She surprises me with... a more expansive than imagined body, heart and soul.

Why make presentations?

Clearly, the rational human being has no say in this decision; the ego merely forces her to submit a proposal with haste.

Alfie might know

No one named Alfie is going to walk out of the ether and give me a coherent and comprehensive answer to that question.

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