Her lucid waves
are a curse. She knows how many days
I have neglected her for the coven
lights of Oxford St.
Heaps of thanks to the awesome people at… 15 more words
not really surprising. my bus often crosses that street, and i have seen the behaviour of pedestrians. 393 more words
Date: 21 April.
Location: The train to Manchester. 7am.
The past week has been a colourful, hectic crunch. The relevant double-page of my diary looks like three drunken spiders had bathed in ink then played Holi there: ‘mum arrives’ is scrawled in blue next to the smudged black ink of ‘print Alice tickets!’ near ‘Wales? 1,087 more words