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Thoughts on my Typewriter and Writing
18/10/09
In my room sits the typewriter. It is black, manual, old and nostalgic for many
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Off the small ladder he fell. Fuck off! Followed, bastard, by the loud thud that was inspired by his person. Gobshite, excuse me - His body, slightly shaken and, fucking spunk, involved with the concrete on a intimate level was an unpleasant sight. Areshole (that one was voluntarily). Stained, his trousers were, cu- no, not the c-word: erm...fuck! yes, fuck, with the fluid from his (no need for it here) penis. Adrian, the fukin' name i give him, rose from the broken pavement and looked at the
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… ContinueThere is nothing sadder than drinking alone, that’s what I was always told. But red wine with dinner doesn’t count as ‘drinking’ really, does it? Okay, so I had a glass before I ate as well. And a couple after. And now I’m a little tipsy. Well, a lot tipsy. But at lea
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… Continue‘What about coffee dear? What about coffee?’ She shakes her head.
‘Sugar? Do we need any more sugar?’ She shakes her head again.
‘Milk? How about milk? Do we need milk?’ She shakes her head a third time.
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… ContinueHow do you take that back? He’s probably gotten past me by now, moved right along with his life, found himself a new woman. Rebound. Well, it’s not really a rebound if we never had a relationship in the first place. It’s just a replacement. Someone else to think about when he’s cold and lo
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… Continue‘Are we allowed to drink the coffee?’ my best friend asked, waving his hand in a half-hearted gesture to the teacher.
‘Sure.’ He was kind which is unusual at a school camp. Almost all of the people who overheard the teacher’s answer stood up at once and made th
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… Continue‘But, Mum…’
‘No buts. You’re coming with me and your brothers, and that is final.’
‘Fine, but I’m not dressing up.’
‘Your brothers are dressing up and so will you.’
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… ContinueThe night is perfect. There isn’t a cloud in the sky, leaving the expanse free for stars to watch us carefully. Thank goodness I am inside. I don’t want the heavens watching what I plan to do with my lover tonight.
My lover. What a strange word to associ
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… Continue‘You there.’ She keeps walking. He runs to catch up. ‘Hey, you there!’
‘Me?’
‘Yes, you.’ He gestures to the empty street, then to the bottle in her hand. ‘Do you know drinking in public is illegal?’
‘Drinking wate
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‘And if everyone else jumped off a cliff, would you?’
‘Yes mum.’
‘Good boy. Now run along and play, son. Have a good day.’
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… ContinueSo I was dreaming, right? One of those feverish dreams that make you feel less rested when you wake up than when you fell asleep. And I was tossing and turning (I mean, I think I was - I was asleep after all - but I woke with the blankets all over the place) and I’m surprised I stayed asleep at all.
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… ContinueFinally we’re on holidays, but there is still chemistry to deal with (if you know what I mean). Well, at least he thinks so. I’m not so sure.
He wrote me a letter. He left it in my letter box, anonymously. He mispelt my name again. He thought I wouldn’t recognise his mes
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