The Days Bleed Together

The days bleed together – streams of muted colour, lamp yellow, sky blue, all washing down one canvas. The fading days divided by broken sleep with only the flies for company. Whisky through the night, and a fridge as empty as the hole in my shoes. Two-minute noodles and electronic music, quietening the dark as …

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A wounded lion drinking and writing his way out of Hollywood. * * * A waste of a life – all of her moments fading ending before me. * * * Soaring through their worlds lost in forms of creation – reality debt. * * * You remind me of a time when friends were …

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