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What we produce, perched upon white porcelain, are unaided achievements. They should be weighed, examined. Named.

Am I mental? 'tis a good question...

Are you already Regretting this move, Declarations of love? The thread on my glove, Frazzled brown Suggests to me That everything burns o..

Every mouthful a mistake; sometimes chocolate crumbles on the tongue like old dog-s**t. Sometimes visions of forearms as blood-filled flesh ..

How does one prepare to die? Dread. Unexplored worlds, with no tourist guide. Will last moments be filled with regrets overripe, too lat..

Like childhood tormenting itself with agonized fantasies of witnessed parental ultimatums - a choice whereupon you or your sibling are cast, fallin..

Sometimes I pretend to be a tourist in my own city; darting wide-eyed glances at all there is to see. It’s a great way to avoid..

Always somebody with the agenda, chair in the corner for recording minutes; too many egos to contend with. Organisation gives birth to ..

I’d like to be the one staggering from the scene of the car wreck – singed skin and spilt gore – to spew my sensitivity over th..

I aim to befriend a lonely child; the kind who spends their playtimes staring at brick walls. I know what it is to be pushed down for daring to..