Archive for September, 2005

The angel

Sunday, September 11th, 2005

Parked on the drab dank, harsh steps of Waterloo Station, deviding up a benson and hedge cigerette infrimth a boyfriend. This Saturday night is full of rejected drunks, and this time, we’re not the drunkest; in compariosn we are doing quie well. Lost, paranoid foreigns try and pertend we don’t exist —a few ask direction. [...]

beggar lady reappears

Saturday, September 10th, 2005

Slumping on the harsh uninviting, dreary plateform of Charing cross, spliting a rolly coldth a friend. This Friday nighttime is infested with drunks, and for the first time, we are not the worst off; we do not smell the worst. Late-night, unnerved tourists don’t even look —a couple smile. I begin spreading our cold ,wore [...]

Flatterened wrinkles

Thursday, September 8th, 2005

Watching the worn down hag stunned me. I personally stare plainely at the soft maturing line of her chin and the way her body hunched,. The laguhter lines on her face compounded. I crave to touch her face and flatten the wrinkles . Suddenly her whole face changes as begins to grin that amplifies [...]

Soggy ciggerete

Wednesday, September 7th, 2005

Sitting on the dank damp, drab plateform of Wood green station, spliting a soggy ciggerete
feebleth her shivering boyfirend. This Saturday night is a commune for the drunk and hopeless, and for once, we are not quite the most intoxicated; by comparison we are looking quite good. Latenight, shivering tourists blank us —a few anchknoledge [...]

Cold and dark

Monday, September 5th, 2005

Positioned on the drippy drab, harsh steps of Charing cross station, deviding up a smoke wretchedth her lover. This Friday early morning is infested with drunks, and this time, we are not the most intoxicated; in compariosn we are doing quie well. Misplaced, shivering tourists blank us —a few ask direction. I start spreading our [...]

Mirror tells no lies

Monday, September 5th, 2005

Beholding the aging ladie bewildered me. I personally gawped sincerely at the tender old line on her face also at her greying hair,. Crinkles on her forehead intesified. I want to smooth them out . Then she starts to grin that accentuates the laugh lines in the area of her lips. Adventures of a [...]