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The Bloody Note

One year, eleven months and thirteen days. That’s how long this road has been. You walk forwards, sure of yourself and ignoring the evidence, for so long that when it finally hits you, the real battle is with yourself rather than the entity beyond. But there are a few things to say first, a little story to tell.                 Vampire hunting. You’ve heard it all before, of course, but it’s…

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High

[Themes of suicide] It’ll be the third time. There’s a system now, one I follow. Never wrote it down, just worked it out, each module in succession, alibis made, positions decided. Not hard.                 I’m more manipulative than I thought. Can make people like me, despite everything. Look at me, and I’m pale. I’d write a thousand reasons. The money helps too, the money I offer them. I hunt…

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Bus Stop View

Was going to put this up for my University work, but decided against it, so it will live here instead. Short, sweet, emotive.

They call it the Bus Stop View. Framed by two trees, that bus stop opposes the row of houses with a smug air: it knows its customers will never stop coming, never stop planting their backsides on its bench, never stop reading its sign, never stop smashing its windows. Yes, the bus stop probably adores that sort of attention. It has that snarky superiority about it.

The bus stop has a neighbour…

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Far too Far

If the lifeline is indeed a line,

May I join the ends in perfect common,

So a close never comes to mine,

So I stay above it all in a boat that rocks the clouds,

To feel the surface shift in spring and autumn

differences, “til trailing winter ice touch the gunwale

And breathe their last with the formation of crackling sound.”

But I tune my radio to a different channel.

T’was the good, as I say, as…

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The Pop! Vinyl Takeover

Do you have Pop! Vinyl figures?

The four building blocks of the universe are fire, water, gravel and vinyl. –Dave Barry Somehow, I doubt Mr. Barry was talking about this type of vinyl. The Funko Pop! Vinyl figures,  an explosive range of models of society’s favourite fictional and non-fictional characters, do, however, seem to be holding up a corner of the world. You can instantly tell if something is ridiculously popular if…

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And I get a little bit Genghis Kahnghis I don’t want you to get it onghis Nobody else but me (ooooh) With nobody else but MeeeeMe

I get a little bit Danghis Dahn Don’t want you to Genghis on with Nobody else but Mingus Nobody else but Mingus Kingus

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Could it get Worse? - On Poets

What constitutes a good poem? What constitutes an able poet? What constitutes a pompous, inexperienced arsehole?

Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand. –Plato   Oh, wond’rous Plato, whose Republic is free of those damnable poets! I don’t agree with you always, but in this case you have a head-nod from me. “Great and wise things which they do not themselves understand,” very apt, very apt. Oh Poets, I am addressing you. When will you learn? If you asked a hundred people…

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Mother Melancholy

Whatever the mood is, whatever the day is, whatever you run home to.

I’m stuck in a beautiful melancholy where my skin flashes hot- and cold- and I can’t escape it, I wallow in it, I play in it, I weep in it and I call it home and- unsteadily- I climb to my blistered feet and the salt grips at my face as my eyes stream and my mouth opens and a string of saliva breaks and I am not beautiful but- at the same time- I am beautiful because this is my melancholy. This…

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Morons with Typewriters [A Review]

A rather more honest review than usual but this all needed saying. And I am the one to say it.

Good writing is an art. When we look at it, sentence by sentence, we should feel joy. We should feel the thrill of being the person who by reading it makes it mean something. -Scarlett Thomas, Monkeys with Typewriters (the missing commas are her fault). Oh boy. I’d like, first, to list my apprehensions about giving my thoughts on this book. It is not often I have an attack of conscience, but here…

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Could it Get Worse? - On Writers

Hey, you. Are you a writer? Shut up for one second, and read this. Or don't. I don't care.

Put your vocabulary on the top shelf of your toolbox, and don’t make an conscious effort to improve it. -Stephen King, On Writing I quote Stephen King here because I’ve somewhat stolen his title. It’s very similar, at least. Though where my content will differ to King’s how-to-write book is in its truth; King talks in half-baked analogies. I tell things as they are. I’m going to talk about…

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The Americanisms in the Great British Bake Off

What is it that makes the Great British Bake Off so... non-patriotic? I'm going to have a look...

With the recent immigration of The Great British Bake Off (GBBO) from the BBC to Channel 4, a change which everyone freaked out about but no one seems to have commented on since the first episode aired in August, I must assume that viewers are largely content with GBBO’s current state. Of course, I watched the first episode with a heightened awareness of flaws; I didn’t want it to be bad, in fact…

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Enough!

The Deluder's had quite enough of this Society nonsense. He really has.

I got asked a question today. Leading word, Why. In my experience the only significant way to annoy me is to ask Why, Why do you stick around Society, If you hate the sleaze, the sly, The devious, and how, they ask, Aren’t you one of them? Why? Lower your senses, you swine. You think my opinion makes a scrap of difference to the way they drink their wine, eat their hor d’ouvres, and kneecap each…

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Oooh I can ask you things. How'd you get into writing?

I had a really great English teacher in secondary school, he switched my goal in life from art to creative writing. As such, I now pursue it with every inch of my being.

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His Skull

His Skull - he looks at it, and he asks about it, his own skull.

I left him staring into the eyes of his own skull and went to make some tea. Nothing special, but loose-leaf for the occasion. Brought it back on a tray with the sugar pot, and the strainer. Neither of us take milk. He didn’t seem too interested in the tea when I laid it down at first, but eventually decided to come and investigate. The both of us have always seen tea as a bit of a comfort, and…

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III: From Lull

Second post today, for some reason. But you know - emotions inspire, don't they?

Is it so fucking hard to simply be accepted by someone? Or is it just my destiny to walk through this wretched earth both hating and hated? No, “hated” is far too strong. And “accepted” is also wrong. Strike both of them. Shit. Is it so hard to just mean something to someone – there, that sounds better already – rather than just… mediocre? I mean, it’s a rough estimation here, but I’m certain…

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Come and Dance with Me

Come and Dance with Me

Come and dance with me – no? Come and dance with me – no, Come and dance with me, Oh please. And don’t you reject me,   Come and dance with me – “yes?” Come and dance with me – “yes,” Come and dance with me, Oh come and dance with me?   Come. Come. Come. Come – Come – Come. Dance. Dance. Dance – Dance – Dance – Dance.   Come and dance with me – oh! Come and dance with me – oh! Come and dance with…

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