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Just an apple regurgitated at the end of an endless night. Staring at details. Hiding out in the backroom at the hotel. Holistic therapy
7:29 AM Nov 12th
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Smug faces. Wives and denial. Tap tap tap. Come here, go there. Endless diversions . Swarming nonsense. Rooted to the spot
2:10 AM Oct 30th
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Warmth with hot breath and wobbling feet. Slags, pumpkins and an acid burp : Sickness, unhealth boiling. Vomit and sticky yellow fingers
2:46 AM Oct 23rd
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Cracking limbs and snapping backs, burning eyes and gut relaxed
5:34 AM Oct 18th
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Washes, waves, huge swathes of liquid lifting and twisting me. I chuckle because I have the deepest voice of the trees
4:23 AM Oct 16th
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Feeling estranged from all and squashed into pockets from all feeling maimed by all and struggling
8:26 AM Oct 6th
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A fixation with Sparrows and cutting hair. Two tubes. Six pegs. Creatures. An electric cabling system. A float. Fruit - brightly coloured
12:58 AM Oct 4th
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Intelligent risk-taking : Into the Wild : Glory or Death. The Birds are flying backwards
12:16 AM Oct 3rd
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Pleased and speaking in an empty chamber. Cool air ; Red tree. A promise to improve. I find another - It's perfect. Fingers raking puddles
6:17 AM Sep 29th
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MP3DVDCDHDTVITVACDCHTMLPSPATV
11:19 AM Sep 27th
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Sickened, poisoned. Lily Allen - the Queen of Horror - stepping down hard with heels into the flesh. Crushing, squeezing out the fluid.
4:27 AM Sep 26th
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Grasping a writhing, prickly beast. Step away from a swarm of nesting leeches. Swim upstream, red eyed, tired. Rest, but never give up.
4:21 AM Sep 25th
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Today was a waste. Tomorrow is wasted today. My face deep in the washing up bowl; nose beneath the oily water; chewing blades and prongs
2:27 PM Sep 22nd
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Tanned by the computer - 3 diodes mixing my skin colour. Ginger cubed like the size of a mug. Old friends. Breakbeat Disney...
10:49 AM Sep 21st
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From the lowest gurgles, higher hisses. Spaghetti strings part inside, part external : a line drawn inside me. Shattering song. Spinal fluid
8:41 AM Sep 16th
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Fell off the rave waggon, but a something stuck, which drags me alongside it, choking : The bits that join my limbs get unstuck and loosen
2:55 AM Sep 11th
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Woke up coughing up old food screaming "Bastard!". Felt ashamed. Keep peaking. Some kids mother shouts "Shut up! Bloody shut up!"
7:19 AM Sep 4th
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Years of dragging an amophous living blood-clot; spewing arms, hands, fingers - all short and stubby
5:20 AM Sep 1st
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Slash! Slash! Cut! Cut!
4:30 AM Aug 26th
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Stoically I hop and ramble, especially this limb that dangles. Glob-washed gurgles and bubbling-phlegm, "I need to sing in key" says Ben.
12:07 AM Aug 25th
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- Name Ben Neal
- Location Birmingham
- Bio Art! Noise! Nonsense!
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