This is not a begging letter, this is not a plea for validation or soothing words. This is a statement of fact. When I still owned musical instruments and could play a note or too I found it difficult to control. I wanted it to be all encompassing, my raison d'être. In 1999 I realised that I was kidding myself, I was just too ordinary, and that such desire was both unhealthy and damaging and co...

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innards laid out, divined,

bloodless cold tripe

that cast insight on the plight of

who?  

these maladroit

broadcasts naught

but considered shite

a drama of the here and now

in as many acts

as you can swallow

just breathless gasping

in the vacuum-packed plastic

of this necrotic head

that tonight bleeds a deviant intramural

spring wash along...

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