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Category Archives: 2004
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The man was going to ask
Silas
to put the knife away.
(But he didn’t have the heart.)
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
an engagement ring
back
“…’She wouldn’t get us, would she?’
‘Of course not.’ A different voice. A girl. Neither of them had seen her arrive.”
—
“Who are you?”
The girl looked at them, but was mute. She smiled.
“I said who are you?”
“Nigel!”
The girl mouthed something.
“What?”
“Its all pretend. The story. Ignore him.”
She looked at Nigel, whilst Keith stared at the ground between his brother and the girl.
“Well I don’t like you.” Nigel was determined to save face.
Two bottles of absinthe
one spoon
a veitch.
who says a new decade brings maturity?
Forgot to say.
The plane didn’t crash.
Twice.
Which was a bonus.
I grew old in Prague, with a glass of absinthe and a beer, in a jazz club that was in a 15th century cellar.
It helped to take my mind off it.
A brief update to 2003-07-14.
Found my place. It was the chair in the corner.
Found the shredder.
Yay.
The office is now leaking.
It really is wet outside.
The office is warm, and would be cosy, if not for the
LARGE PILE OF WORK
that is playing with my brain.