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Something stirs in the distance and before we know it we're running as fast as we can. We race along the street ducking in and out of the small alcoves as we stumble and catch ourselves. Is there no relief? "I will not try your curry! OK? I know this is Brick Lane and I'm sure that the food is delicious, I'm sure tiny pieces of heaven are hidden within the spices, but I'm just not ready!" Somewhere hidden from view a pursuer cackles. I work the cobbles underfoot into a fine powder as I grind on, tears threatening the corners of my eyes. As one we turn the corner and grind to a halt. A sheer wall, pock marked by graffiti, shoots up into the dark and ominous sky, cutting us off from the safety of the terminals. Behind us voices soft and soothing promise sanctuary. The alien mob moves into view, slowly shuffling. Their hands, gnarled and ravenous for attention strike out at our forms and I cannot help but press my back into the wall behind me where it stands scarred and unyielding. To my left someone drops to their knees and the last words I hear on this earth echo thinly into the night. "God save us all, we're cornered." Creidt: Layout made by angelikaleika
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sleepy limes sit in a circlecut in halvesexposing their heartssour and self sacrificinga tiny radio cracklesstatic like snow twinkling humming a beat in wrinklesan attempt at joyabove the circlepins f...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 05:51:00 GMT

warmonger diaries 3

sir... there seems to be a politician in the lobby sir. i have no idea who let him in sir. he says he's a democrat. no sir i haven't the slightest clue what that means. the firing squad sir? send...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 11:09:00 GMT

warmonger diaries 2

um.. sir... there seem to be bunnies outside. yes sir i know bunnies are cute and all that but these bunnies are chocolate sir. i know that may sound delicious sir but they outnumber us tenfold... and...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 10:57:00 GMT

warmonger diaries 1

the supply lines have been cut.. the bastards took our milk!no tea. none whatsoever now.. what to do? what to do?kill em all sir! restore our honour! ok then.. off to the corner shop
Posted by on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 10:57:00 GMT

sunday mornings

in waking shethe one i calcifyspeaks of coldest frightin sleeping ithe ember of sorrowdream only of the nightingale                ...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 03:14:00 GMT

salty

powder perfect fallsstanding aloneher lips hide memorial smilescaged against violenceglass catches in my veinspoisons seep from my mouththe white decay of lightshe is the lake alivethe depththe shiver...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 09:36:00 GMT

i dream of a day when the snow falls neon

crippled by every winter stepi gather where clockwork minutes passin every bloodied hive they whisper'this love of is machinery'there's no place here for herwhere the sun dieswhere the water cuts...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 04:08:00 GMT

a fading picture

through a garden of feathered neondead the girls in their summer's rainsunflower crimson cries tomorrow's bloodbathforever fold you in these armscradled amongst scorched floral teethi'll keep your sec...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 12:04:00 GMT

for that girl who'll never read this

on this benchi scratched your namenot your everyday namethe name i found for youremember the one hiddenthe one covered in rainmy name for youdon't worry it's not alonei left it a frienda pictureit's s...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Apr 2006 08:09:00 GMT