fear creeps up my spine
the sense of being followed
from each dark corner
some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes
he will meet you there
tell you where it all went wrong
and what you must do
an old puzzle box
that opens a door to hell
two quid from oxfam
i wake up gently
it’s such a beautiful day
i feel very ill
she climbs the gutter
a huge knife between her teeth
someone has to pay
just clutching at straws
the world is less than perfect
apathy’s a bitch
it was past midnight
the sky filled with UFOs
i’d lost my camera
i’m on your shoulder
interrupting every thought
i know what you’ve done
i can keep cleaning
but the mould will always win
it will outlive me
my lab up in flames
attacked by a giant wasp
mondays! am i right?
a turn of the wheel
one more solar rotation
please keep on living
“will you be the moss?”
i’ll be whatever you want
to stay here like this