An evening, sitting, wanting, ripping, blackening.
An acerbic wind.
Wait for the train and the glut of passengers to spill out.
The end, endless encircling madness, himself in the wilderness.
Girls, Judas and their selfish wives, lives pass, suck Jesus.
In his selfish mask.
Tormented, pushed down, I’m full: kill, hell thoughts.
Giggle to stifle grief, uncomfortable familiar family and perfe...

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All my life I have been visited by a black dog,

Who brings dark thoughts of death and dying.

This is a coward’s escape in the light of day,

But no light penetrates the darkness I feel.

The decisions I make and the people I lead,

Who trust and respect the results I achieve,

The family I love and the life that I lead,

Make the challenge of now...

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You truly are my automare

My four-wheeled bankruptcy

My fuel-injected money pit

Made from steel and reformed shit

A velour upholstered credit card hit

Five gears of utter hell

We got off to the worst of starts

And it went downhill from there

Grinding brakes and groaning springs

Ropey tyres and front wheel spins

These are a few of my least favourite ...

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Like a Viper in  the Mind

It slithers chillingly inside the brain

The unfortunate one senses its growing presence

As it sinks its venom deep int o the subconscious

Making the bitterness taste sweeter

The soul becomes lost as the venom takes hold

Self loathing and resentment manifest in the poison

Until in  desperation decisions are made

To seek help and self comf...

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Anaglypta, portaloos

Double glazing, snakeskin shoes

V8 twincam, lightning strikes

Mental illness, Pennine hikes

Great North Runs and parking bays

Eminem meets Peter Glaze

Last bus home and suicide

Cheesecake and formaldehyde

Miniskirts, pay and display

Alloy wheels and Peter Kay

Pop-ups, blouses, USBs

Berlusconi, birds and bees

Window locks...

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Saint Stephen's tale

It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith

Degeneration X and anarchy

Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.

Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.

Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.

First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...

A pla...

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