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Nobody loves you, you’re on your own

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Nobody loves you. They either love the idea of you or the you who became their idea. As soon as you’re a human being outside of the concept, they’ll tear you down. And that’s just your fans. Your enemies will follow like banshees biting on bone. There, at your weakest, you’ll realise that you’ve always been alone. That’s when you’ve got a choice to make. You can say whatever they want you to say so as to survive in the fakeness that is almost everything… to be forgiven, to rejoin … Read the full article…

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Requiem for Love & Sex

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Tonight, I’ll visit Death. For days I’ve sensed the arrival of this juncture but only realised the precise time a few minutes ago. Knew it as I climbed the last flight of stairs, ten steps in all – a countdown i counted… ten, nine… and then so soon- three, two, one- -to where I’m sliding my guilty key into the iron gate’s lock. The rooftop is my special place. I will miss my stony friend. A glitter of stars ensure that I know which way to fall. The wind tugs … Read the full article…

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Even Humans Explode!

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I fell into the sky of Knysna when it opened I love being wet and, for a while, being part of this town; cold yet safe, in vacuum yet liberated, one part of its 80,000 …surprisingly alive! I’m a cloud taxiing on the runway of the Garden Route I’m the clarity in consciousness because I know where I’ll be next I’m just a raindrop waiting quietly to explode… …at home.

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The Prize

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My mind would’ve seen you if my eyes were blind; the snatches of lipped smile and shouting breasts arresting me to the sexual swatting of fly and the ill-confident prayer for a mounting music where You and I compose the life and crowd Introduce rituals expected and enacted Exhibition saddles the safe of inhibition so that I’m visiting within you and you in me Discoveries in sweaty adult worded nothings granted respect by fleshy objects with strings The feeling floats that we’re bugs on blissing bloom and so committed are … Read the full article…

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Counting Crows – Films About Ghosts (Review)

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“Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book.” I can’t hear the Counting Crows without having my mind drift back to a period of young love. It was time of good waves and beaches, great but awkward sex, and, inevitably, dreams bursting from the weight of unrealistic hope. For an entire two years, my lover’s favourite song was ‘Mr. Jones’. She never got tired of it and I never tired of watching her dance to it. When she was gone, I would sometimes torture myself … Read the full article…

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Dream Dragons

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Our love used to soar high like two dragons in the sky We used to kiss and make love and cared less about gods above We moved in together, swore we’d face any weather A beautiful child was born and to each we were sworn Then one day we fought You said: “You’re not why I sought I slept with another man I’m no longer your all-time fan” The dream was harshly broken and all my tears spoken You and our dream child ran away I, with my fears, stayed … Read the full article…

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