I stole the fucking plums. So what?
Word Poker. Your aneurism beat my pair of cancers
At the end of this story some will say nothing happened
Just wait 'till your father gets home
There are great silences that echo
Some kind of duck, stupid-looking
Sometimes
when it rains it feels special
Two
men are mixing cement, a third steps in
We
decided to leave, in flimsy ships
So
long as men can breathe we will gain fat
Daffodils,
Bluebells
We
can always walk into the sea
Califig
It
was odd - everyone started humming
I'm
going to tell your father
Sometimes
things don't always go to plan
There
are cheap lies, but the art can be perfected
The
mating call of BMWs; Clams
The
passing bells tolling, that stuff
Is
this your coat? I'll get mine
I'm
going to go to London - something will be there
A
lady in Camden making cakes, a violin by the river
Picasso
Modelling Saving Foam, Drawing in Sand
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