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All My Bones are Dust
...and my heart's sealed with rust...
Punk Cereal: Beth was there to meet me at Aachen Hauptbahnhof, and no sooner had I...
Beth was there to meet me at Aachen Hauptbahnhof, and no sooner had I got off the train than I was on a bus apparently headed to Heerlen, The Netherlands. I handed the driver a €20 note because I didn’t have any change, and he took pleasure in giving me about €15 back in €2 coins. Which is his…
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It does not matter what I say. Crowding, like a fluttering bird, one sentence crosses the empty space between us. It settles on his lips. I fill my glass again. I drink. The veil drops between us. I am admitted to the warmth and privacy of another soul.
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For myself, I have no aim. I have no ambition. I will let myself be carried on by the general impulse. The surface of my mind slips along like a pale-grey stream reflecting what passes.
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