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I'm in the foyer, where the Dali's are hung out.Best hiding place, for an escaped sociopathlike me. And the echo of screams still ringin the corridors..
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From somewhere outside the lines ofdemarcation comes a rushing whoosh,trailing a wavy string of white smoke.Then a dull pop, and green-star clustersli..
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Her finger is curled as if she is beckoning me. Gold ring and red polished nail, the flesh blackened and bloodied, but it's just an arm. Where is the ..
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Willesden Green, London, 1979.I see you, habitual, walking your little dog.Every morning, every evening.Tall grey man,scruffy mongrel b***h.And there ..
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Six months for defendingmyself; or put another way;beating the s**t out ofa couple of bouncers.They started it your honour,I told the judge, I just fi..
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