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early mornings.My favourite time of day is the very early morning, 4 - 5am, and on occasion, it’s been as early as 3. But 4am usually suits me. It’s that crisp hue through the curtains, fresh sunlight, not sunlight that has been holding itself up for the past 6 or 7 hours throughout the day. It’s that wetness that isn’t visible, but is definitely tangible, covering everything, pavement, car roof, leaf. Hearing birds and car fumes of early commuters or guilty lovers making an exit.early mornings.
That isolation, utter clarity gained from being the only person awake in your suburban neighbourhood. But also the sense of being connected to something strong and a
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mumblings.I have this boy, and he types things to me that I have to read and re-read and pull apart and place my own meaning to, so our conversation can progress. He writes poetry that I actually do think is good, and would still be were he to just be a random man. He makes out like he loves me, and crafts this world in which we might oneday live. There's a tower, and matresses, and I plan to chain-smoke and masturbate while he writes. We're perhaps going to have one child. I want to call it maudline, but I'm not sure he's too keen. He's going to go to Cambridge, and meet interesting people and I'll warp myself into an alcoholic at Lancaster and sellsmumblings.
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bus through to park.I look behind me and the sun burns through glass and wrecks my walls. I pull back the blinds and there is nothing but sun, heat on my back, and light on my screen, making words into grey fuzz that means nothing, like a condom, empty, unattained. I keep scratching, I can't have fleas, my hair is far too short. Open the window. My feet are cold and I need to shave, to keep up standards of social decency. I get on the bus but it moves like a bad handjob and I fall into my seat.bus through to park.
Their chatter reeks of age and those words, like decay on bread, I want to pull off; my slice is misshaped but at least I'm not ill. If they perhaps pulled o
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- Interests: our work makes pretty little homes . no.no.no
- Favourite band or musician: nick cave andthebadseeds, the faint, suede, pj harvey, pulp, YYYs. ohgod, on and on.
- Favourite poet or writer: haruki murakami. for the moment.
- Skin of choice: young modern .
- Tools of the Trade: hair straighteners, ariel washing powder .
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on the zipupside, the spin cycle works.
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I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre. I guess every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, horses.. taking pictures of your feet.
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Be happy for this moment,
This moment is your life
this isn't to exhibit, or showcase.
Yeah. So don't worry, pet.
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..over my head andallthat
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