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This is the last post.
Long overdue
I wish both of you well
Frankly it's been a massive
Waste of time.

Havent seen you in a while
But here we are in a
supermarket aisle
Fake fake fake fake fake fake fake.
Hey relative with the sketchy eyes
We meet again. How's your other half
Fake fake fake...

I'm eating tomatoes and I don't even like them
I'm f ucked up crazy like that
Yesterday I didnt go on Facebook
Like not once
A man talked to me today
And he was like, 60.
Pervert
Im thinking I...

All the stars are ghosts I say,
Wearing my philosophical chinos
'Wow you're so cool' she thinks
As I offer a Woo Woo and a fixed grin
'Tell me about yourself', I say
Not wanting to know. ...

That man is dead, his lips are dry
His face collapsed
He's a shell, that man is dead.

This man is alive
Until tomorrow, he doesn't know,
So he's watching TV, killing time.

This woman...

You're sat on the pavement
Dr Martens in a rainbow puddle
Asking for change
Shakey hands and muddy nails
Hopeless eyes
Suck dried breasts
Convincing smile
Discarded jeans.
I ask you to...

I was thinking about dead people
And whether we should think about them
Or not,
They don't know either way
So no service is being paid
No matter how romanticised.
I was thinking about how much...

Well done Buh. You old romantic x

Thanks both. Buh I think that would be some massive uphill battle. But you never know. Everything is cyclical.

Hello fridge
I see you have milk
Good job, well done
Hello cornfkakes
Dallying in the milk,
Good morning Mr postman
Sorry your wife left you, yes
You have a good day too,
I see you airliner...

Good job Buh. Particularly like the final stanza

Fast music I'm dancing my arse off
Everything is great my feet are shuffling
On spilt beer
My head is full of stars
Ive never looked better, I'm dancing backwards
I'm making a trail of merlot...

Tbf Tony I only tend to think about putting finger to phone in those circumstances.

This isn't a criticism but I would say you were drinking or smoking when you wrote this.

Fun like the amusement parks you write of.

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My metronome won't hush,
It will not
Shut the f uck up
Or have a cup of tea. Or a
Holideee.
It counts my steps
My pumps
My breaths
My syllables in a single sentence
The day by day of...

Well done Tony

My comment from 2017 is even more apt now. Somehow I'm still here. I hope Paper Leaves has gone on to better things

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I was going for the martydom of love

Thanks Tony and thanks for all your appreciation of previous posts.

Sat on your swing
Sucking a cigarette
White dress with violets
Clinging your body
In linen
I knew you'd kill me
I freeze framed you on a backward swing
Hair drifted in the air,
Young skin...

Moo said the herd so I mooed too
Baa said the flock so I baad too
Here's a picture of my dinner
Like, said the people
Here's my Grandson with Father Christmss
Here's my wife without her knickers...