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Their souls are rotten

A human army marches to the battle where the office is a glass climax. Handicapped pigeons police the city – white-bread-inbred, they peck at vomit and flap onto a railing as I approach. Their bellies are full but their souls … Continue reading

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He Whined All The Way There

They say it’s for the best to have them ‘done’ – it makes them more affectionate and stops them spraying. The vet assured me that the chances of anything happening were slim. I felt guilt, it’s not a very nice … Continue reading

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It’s Nearly Christmas

On health and safety grounds and to comply with the terms and conditions of some of our leases – we regret we cannot allow any Christmas lights or any form of decoration that will damage the fabric of our building … Continue reading

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67 Venn Street: Flash Vignette

On the 16th of June last year, at 16:51 and nineteen seconds I purchased at 32oz drink. Leroy served me. I saw Birthday Girl (15) on screen four at the Clapham Picture House. I remember none of it. That was … Continue reading

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Haikuoid #1242: Purpose undefined

Jar of baby food gobbled by dog. –Benjamin F Jones 

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