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Post Him adult now n’ not yet stumbled on the why of how he craves dried Weetabix : me munch are needing some’ut more I thinks… (a glass of cold milk by his side tut tut). Him watches day time (HD) television, wears his Superman pyjamas whistle clean— nowt else to do —cape sewn into…

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Charlie’s Recurring Dream

  Charlie’s Recurring Dream That bastard dream of griefing took my nerves! Sprang Charlie gave after a sealish yelp : a mom, his mom, who stuffed him in a plastic box settles his tub onto a quiet sea of night, swabbed by dark wind & he is drift away, away from she’s tearful jerk. &…

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Birth of Charlie ‘Tatterdemalion’ Malurkey

    This is the often bizarre, worldly misadventures of Charlie Malurkey— orphan. divinely appointed to be the butt of the joke. the modern jester-against-his-will. Godly God’s puppet. the bringer of laughter. the idiot. in equal measure Prince Lev Nikolayevich Myshkin : Harpo Marx : Charlie Kelly. Broca’s Area all shambles beyond repair & Godly…

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‘Week’ a 7 Day Poem

This week has been a hive of activity: jotting down themes & sponging of my inadequate brain stem, hoping to brachiate from a germ to the tipsiest tip of the topmost canopy. I have taken the uncommon introspection of my self, that which makes me laugh, my own actions, that which has happened to me…

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