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ReptilesMe: I love all those birds that live in the hedge. When the sun shines through it, you can see them all flitting around in there.Reptiles
Upstairs Neighbour: Yes, they're very pretty.
Me: I like to think they might eat up all the spiders.
Upstairs Neighbour, laughing: There used to be an Italian woman who lived in your flat. She said she couldnt open the windows without reptiles coming in.
Me: Reptiles?
Upstairs Neighbour: By reptiles, I think she meant spiders.
I laugh. But I really hope she did.


The Cold, Cold SeaI was weak. But getting better. The flu had passed and I had come out of it. Not like some of the others.The Cold, Cold Sea
Looking out across the cold, stony bay with its outcroppings of porous rock and sudden, black depths, I saw the algae hanging there, suspended under the surface like green stars in a nebulous cloud.
The sickness it had brought had passed after six hours of nausea. But still I was wary of drawing close to its shifting mass.
In the shallows around me, something shifted. A vast shape rolling under the water. I waded out a little and dipped my head under.
Its size alone was enough to freeze


Rivka?She gets on at Golders Green and sits down opposite, several seats to my right. Theres nothing else on the train worth looking at so I cant help noticing how soft her skin looks. She is carrying a little extra weight which, Im sure, is quite excusable in a woman her age. Not so much that it makes her unattractive. Quite the opposite in fact, it makes generous cartoon characters of her curves.Rivka?
Her clothes seem business-like but I doubt that she works for a living. She dresses in natural colours: browns and greens, highlighted with gold detail and diamond accents. Her hair fits nicely into the palette; a rich brow


The Belly of the BeastKings Cross St Pancras is undergoing essential maintenance. The platform is crammed with people, two rows deep. Its hot and it reeks of sweat and dust. The stripped concrete walls, exposed ironwork and temporary steel-plate floors make it seem like a bomb shelter.The Belly of the Beast
Red-faced, in his starched bankers pinstripes, a commuter tugs at his collar. He feels like hes been waiting here for at least an hour already, and god-damn-it this heat is unbearable. Which train are you waiting on? He asks the rough-looking builder-type next to him. Instead of answerin


Hickory terpsichore trickeryWith a certain amount Of magical trickery He sat in his house made of boneHickory terpsichore trickery
With a candle whose flame Was a little bit flickery Hed made sure he was there all alone
He was able to make A doll made of hickory Completely devoid of emotion
Appear to be practising Ancient terpsichore By the right application of lotion
He sat there so smug With a drink made of chicory Pleased with the progress hed made
With his hickory trickery Low lit terpsichore Miniature person charade
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This never happened. It will shock you how much it never happened.
Thanks K.
I am still around, but not that often (clearly). Haven't been writing much prose lately - all hands to the screenplay - but that's no reason to forget about dear old dA.
How have you been?
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How are you, Meg? What's up?
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And you, sir?
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I need to do a big announcement but I'm feeling particularly lazy right now.
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I thought it was great. Did you edit, too? It was nice and clean (and fucking funny). Oh I feel so close to you know that I've been up your nose.
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Yes, I edited it too. It's wicked that you liked it. I am pretty pleased with it
It's always been an ambition of mine to share my nostrils with the world. Perhaps we should start a dA trend of posting nasal hair close-ups. But then again, maybe not...
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