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USB 2.no

We won’t go into forensic detail what’s on it. Suffice to say it’s the sort of gruesome violence that’s conjured by psychopathic self-indulgence, which Daily Mail and Express readers cleave to in complete hypocrisy. Publicly they’re repulsed, privately its qualities … Continue reading

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Gentrify This

I pledged, from the beginning, to never surrender, unlike the others. Hearteningly, resistance at the start was ubiquitous. Soon I was to realise that, for many of them, it was just an instinctive aversion. Having occupied this place for so … Continue reading

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Mind the GAP

The traffic lights turn red. We’re stopped again in a symposium of trenchant spray and a palette of greys, punctured only by the vitality of the spring’s green shooting reluctantly. I only dwell on it now that we’re so close … Continue reading

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Parroted

Got the call about half eleven, bloody landline, nothing that could be done about it. She used it intentionally I reckon. She wanted me to come over, didn’t say why. Sounded well pissed off and demanded it be now, obviously. … Continue reading

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Muted

Muted Ang, Ang! Yeah? She listens intently, choosing to delay repeating her reply, knowing how long it now takes him to deliver his words. ‘Hav…eh –‘ ‘What?’ ‘Hav…s…see.’ ‘Christ! Don’t…’ She stops talking while walking, entering the room with a … Continue reading

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