They will stop and speak to a guy guarding cars in a car park because he is young and white but they won’t think twice about stopping for the older non-whites who are suffering equally if not worse. They will try to raise funds for the young car guard but what about the rest? They’ll stand up in protest about one murdered lion...
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There is nothing that quite screams ‘I am depressed, alone, lost, and need help’ more than a positive thinking post on Facebook. Well, the religious group post comes close but, usually, goes so closely hand in hand with the former that it is almost difficult to differentiate. The lives of so many would be instantly improved if they could just stop worrying whether there is...
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At the age of ten I had never really liked any music of any kind… I simply could not understand it. Everything musical was about love, sunshine, beauty and happiness. My family and I lived in the industrial North of England, the sky was permanently grey, rain fell perpetually and unemployment was at an all-time high. The Conservative government had left most citizens with a...
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Pictures of people at church… pictures of hen dos… pictures of bachelor parties… pictures of babies… but all I hear is people complaining about their partners and their families… people pining for other people. Pray for loyalty and then fuck a stripper. Pray for a stripper and then fuck loyalty. It’s a desperate and hopeless charade. The primary dream of married woman/married man...
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Dear Madrid,

This is an open love letter to the city. From your beautiful parks full of life and light to your endless bars constantly blooming with people of all ages… elderly ladies laughing and sharing wine at little tables on the pavement outside of cafes at 11:30am whilst young children play football beside them. Pug Dogs caress the sidewalks and often drag their...
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rambo:
Beautiful!
booktowrite:
@rambo Thank you.

red

It was another one of our Spanish parties at which the guests were all punk rockers and doctors. We had a special guest from France there too. Within the first hour I met a beautiful young lady who was wearing the perfume that you always wore. As she spoke to me, and the scent filled the air, I was filled every emotion from desire to...
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I fell asleep last night and dreamed that we took cyanide together. After we had taken it, knowing that death was inevitable, embracing in one last carnal dance, I felt an overwhelming sense of despair for my parents knowing that they would find us and question everything and suffer immeasurable pain. I regretted our decision. You asked ‘is that it, will we both die?’ and...
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Walking home, headlong into the night and into this driving rain. Its beautiful life-giving force reminds me all the more that I am alone. The yellow glow of lamplight whispers ‘you wanted it this way’ and as I stumble upon my way I pull out my phone and try to call you… there is no answer and I place the phone back into my pocket...
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A week spent pushing the limits. Too much alcohol. Too little sleep. Too many interactions. Too many emotions. Finally the play, the dance, the decay… the constant striving of people for sex… driven by the genetic coding deigned to cause every living species to procreate, and yet humans do it with less finesse than any other species. We get drunk and turn into a species...
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A walk in the cold night air shortly after the Madrid sun has sunk and the sky is pink and orange. Past the institute of biodiversity and the water features I walk and I am dazzled by the beauty of this city, and I am proud to witness these sights walking so close to my own home. Moments later I am with friends; Spanish, French...
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