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I was going on a journey; to

I was going on a journey; to where I don’t know, and found myself at the airport. Just before I presented myself to the check-in desk I felt an annoying lump on the bridge my nose; slightly to the left hand side... like a plook. So I trudged off to the nearest mirror for a look, and discovered the shocking truth. This was no pimple, zit, spot or suppuration of pus that had grown like a mountain to the surface of my skin. Nor was this a teenage bout of acne waiting to be compressed between my pinched thumb and forefinger, exuding a lava that resembled the contents of a squeezy bottle of mustard. But what was it? I had to look closer..... A miniature flower had taken root and bloomed through the surface of my earthly pore. Like a daisy gently bristling in a grassy meddow, the pollen scented aroma of summer surrounded by silken petals bloomed in colour and vibrancy. I began to pick off the petals one by one only to find hidden under each an angry wasp buzzing with rage and torment, including the Queen who sat under the petal at the top of the flower pointing north at 12 o’clock. For fear of being stung I couldn’t touch anymore and had to leave any future ‘weeding’ until after my flight. As my flight landed I found myself in Windsor and a new job. I was working for another Queen, this time Elisabeth I of Scotland and II of England. My job was to help with the smooth running of the upcoming Royal Wedding of Harry and Meghan. The job didn’t last and I soon found myself unemployed. Handing back in my Royal page-boy type uniform, consisting of plus fours, white tights, buckled shoes and a thrilly laced shirt, I returned to Mexico. Dejected, starving and struggling for cash I decided, upon advice from a friend, to become self-employed and was soon earning a pittance gift wrapping souvenirs purchased by tourists for their loved ones at home. It wasn’t enough though and my meagre earnings barely stretched to buying a plate of taco soup, rice and beans. But In a weird twist of fate my dream morphed into a strange success story – like the American dream I tweaked my business and moved it lock, stock and two smoking barrels to a gay nightclub. I was now offering a naked gift wrapping service and was rolling in the money.

I appeared in the middle of a

I appeared in the middle of a foggy barren road I could here muffled sounds that I didn't really remember much, suddenly I felt as if I was waking up in real life, I opened my eyes and saw a looming hunch back figure in dark tattered clothing I cut back to the foggy road and this time I was running, many of the same hunch back figures were running close behind me, tripping over one another as if they were competing to get to me. The sounds were horrible like thousands of individual people suffering, yearning to get me or something missing from them. I woke up and felt as If I had been running for ages and I felt very drained and hungry I went to eat and I heard two large thumps upstairs.

at a party in a bar, he

at a party in a bar, he sits on the vanity sofa and talks to me with his gruff voice, we had a promise made. bane of my existence. driving through town on a dark street, familiarly unfamiliar because all these yuppie towns begin to blur into,eachother and look the same after awhile. I'm walking down the street, near a park it seems, or tree lined street, a large hulking man follows and looms behind me, hungrily, menacing. i turn around and suddenly he grabs me, turning into a fleshy beast, with the face of a bat and throws me into the air with me in his talons. encrusted

its all dark again. im sitting at

its all dark again. im sitting at a long dinner table with others i dont recognize, they tell me to be quiet as a man looms over me. we're enacting a play and i didn't memorize any of my lines. the others cower, snapping at me when i say the wrong thing. i must be drunk, as i begin signing, loudly and out of key. the man is testing me, wanting me.. they warn me.. i falter, carelessly. soon, we make a move to leave, packing up our vw bus, fuming, silently.

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