Sunday, 8 February 2009

SHOT NO 26, by Anthony Sides


So I'm lost in the Arndale, with no wings and no prayer, screwed up by wishes that weren't really there - and if you stop lying about me, I'll stop telling the truth about you - and sometimes it's better to be unconscious than miserable - and I wish I was unconscious. Sometimes I wish I was a puppet, and things couldn't hurt me; other times - I just wish I was a human being.




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