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The Doomsday DeviceSeptember the 10th. A starkly unremarkable date, in both its existence and status in history. A dead day, where the sky is the colour of cold coffee, peoples’ temperaments are of an equal temperature, and somewhere throughout the day’s timetable sits two consecutive periods of mathematics.The Doomsday Device
So it’s a funny date for the world to end.
“Three minutes!”
There is a group of girls outside the confines of my toilet cubicle. They’ve kept a steady countdown of the remaining seconds before, as they have come to believe, scientists launch their Hadron Collider which wi
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peter's legacyI want to feel the centuries groan beneath my palmspeter's legacy
as I place them upon these bricks, I want to walk with the little ghosts that murmur in the mortar, hear how they shaped these walls before cementing them. I want to find worlds in wardrobes and keys to elsewhere, and still get back in time for tea and lemon drizzle cake,
I want to see a place beyond the looking-glass instead of old and dulled eyes so lost in today.
It’s been too long since I last dreamed of dandelion clocks parachuting across continents, too long since I entertained what would happen if
the sky disintegra
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r a z z m a t a z zIt’s all technocoloured beats and staccato lights throwing seizures across your eyes and though we sway in a writhing worldr a z z m a t a z z
of limbs and lips and tongues and eyes, our rosé-tinted vision does not stop us from seeing that we are so young and so alive.
It’s all shattered beams and punctured notes pooling in our ears, driving our hearts into sync and our minds
into sinks, and we are the order of disorder chaos theory in motion and so very much alive.
It’s all unspoken our truth lies in butterfly-effect kisses, for
these
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Nothing is that serious“All the great sadnesses, great temptations,Nothing is that serious
and great mistakes are almost always
the result of loneliness.” -- José Saramago, Margaret Jull Costa
In the end we all become graves,
our differences united by the same
neglect of weeds and immense
necropolis whose swathed residents observe from quiet encasements.
Beyond our mounds will spread
giant limbs of balboa tapping
like trapped hangers behind closet
doors, casting macabre shadows
across plastic flowers and dirt.
One by one records are swallowed by moths unt
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- Current Residence: Shetland
- Interests: Tea. Rainbows. Japan. Writing. Art. Life. Friends. Knights. Fiction.
- Favourite genre of music: You know I'm a sucker for anything acoustic
- Favourite poet or writer: Jenny. Eloise.
- Personal Quote: I like my tea how I like my men. Weak, blank, and not terribly hot.
- Tools of the Trade: Imagination, and lots of it.
- MSN: dumbistheword@hotmail.co.uk
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