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  1. Just an apple regurgitated at the end of an endless night. Staring at details. Hiding out in the backroom at the hotel. Holistic therapy
  2. Smug faces. Wives and denial. Tap tap tap. Come here, go there. Endless diversions . Swarming nonsense. Rooted to the spot
  3. Warmth with hot breath and wobbling feet. Slags, pumpkins and an acid burp : Sickness, unhealth boiling. Vomit and sticky yellow fingers
  4. Cracking limbs and snapping backs, burning eyes and gut relaxed
  5. Washes, waves, huge swathes of liquid lifting and twisting me. I chuckle because I have the deepest voice of the trees
  6. Feeling estranged from all and squashed into pockets from all feeling maimed by all and struggling
  7. A fixation with Sparrows and cutting hair. Two tubes. Six pegs. Creatures. An electric cabling system. A float. Fruit - brightly coloured
  8. Intelligent risk-taking : Into the Wild : Glory or Death. The Birds are flying backwards
  9. Pleased and speaking in an empty chamber. Cool air ; Red tree. A promise to improve. I find another - It's perfect. Fingers raking puddles
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  11. Sickened, poisoned. Lily Allen - the Queen of Horror - stepping down hard with heels into the flesh. Crushing, squeezing out the fluid.
  12. Grasping a writhing, prickly beast. Step away from a swarm of nesting leeches. Swim upstream, red eyed, tired. Rest, but never give up.
  13. 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
  14. Tanned by the computer - 3 diodes mixing my skin colour. Ginger cubed like the size of a mug. Old friends. Breakbeat Disney...
  15. From the lowest gurgles, higher hisses. Spaghetti strings part inside, part external : a line drawn inside me. Shattering song. Spinal fluid
  16. 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
  17. Woke up coughing up old food screaming "Bastard!". Felt ashamed. Keep peaking. Some kids mother shouts "Shut up! Bloody shut up!"
  18. Years of dragging an amophous living blood-clot; spewing arms, hands, fingers - all short and stubby
  19. Slash! Slash! Cut! Cut!
  20. Stoically I hop and ramble, especially this limb that dangles. Glob-washed gurgles and bubbling-phlegm, "I need to sing in key" says Ben.