Moving house.


ANTHOLOGY of PROSE 1THE CENTENNIAL OF MY JUVENILITYANTHOLOGY of PROSE 1
I sat.
I sat for days.
I sat for days contemplating the jumble of dead masonry - the stony fragments were both grave stones and corpses . My limbs ached in the bitter cold. I was hungry. I was thirsty. I knew that shortly I was going to die.
It started last Monday night when a horse came and sat at my table. He was a fine horse. A splendid crimson horse with a long sweeping golden mane. His name was Tojo. He mocked me. He teased me. He called me a coward. I chased him across the marshes and, eventually, to a smoky hilltop. There he gave me a crest-tailed ma


Dubious DiaryTHE DUBIOUS DIARY OF A PUZZLED MOON-CALF.Dubious Diary
Hairy legged mongoose traps, all lively; yellow, the rubber Harris Tweed too. Although, now you mention it, the artifice in question pertains to the onboard hammock system: blue for up; orange can mean anything really - it’s just a friendly light.
Outlined in black. Deep red manifestations of luminous wrestlers, being nice to one another.
Blatant spatters of rudeness. An arid sequence of mainstream confection; the factory blazing basalt, surrounded by rough prospectors brandishing revolvers.
Harlequins in the sink - never again. Dies
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~HauntedBella
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Very quiet lately, fish, must be putting your life into cardboard
boxes at the mo. Take care, happy new home.
"If you were my lucky charm, it would do me no harm to wear you every day" - Dutchshun
Take care.
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