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Ghost Of Sarajevo The Rise & Fall Of Sisyphus Sinners In Streaming Video Joe's Last Meal Time Changeth The Man You Looking At Me? - The Almost True Story Of Paddington Bear Shopping For Katie Nathan's Friend To Heal The World Deadly Night Shade

IT IS TIME... TO FACE... THE ARTICLES OF FAITH...

Writing A Living Memorial Taking Bradford By Storm The Naked Verse Poetry Bridges The Pond Scrawling On The Megalith Poets Launch Peaceful Dissent Not In This Pensioner's Name! Mild-Mannered & Foul-Mouthed Genetically Modified Muse The Horror & The Ecstasy: Poets Commemorate The Victims... Asylum Seekers Speak Out Hostess With The Mostess Mayakovsky's Pants A Tragedy Of Ego Over Idealism

WAIT THERE'S... ALL THESE LEFT OVER BITS...

There Is No Sanctuary The Pestilent Script Have You Ever Done It Whilst Being Stood Up? Synapses Of The Soul

BIOGRAPHY:

The Literary Life & Times Of A Tyke In Exile

INTRODUCTION: From Way Outa Here To Somewhere Over There

THINGS were getting serious.

I was fresh out of fags.

The coffee had congealed. And the beer was definitely off.

Yes. Out it went, through the door, slithering along like an oversized amber slug.

Always sensible in any crisis, a pint, but I was in no state to follow course and sup the bitter dregs of retreat. So, in the thick of all this chaos, I went for the less-than-heroic option and made like The Scream.

They were coming in thick and fast all around. Porting in through the hollow points in the quantum-foam-wash of real space like, well, like hollowed out bullets bludgeoning through flesh.

The doors of perception were being well and truly gate-crashed. What was to be a rather gentile soiree of a literary persuasion, was turned into a cyber-boot-stomping montage of fearsome verbiage. There were words everywhere. They merged into one writhing, putrescent orgasm of frenzied composition. The cascading babble deafened right down to the bowels. The walls and windows

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