The side where…..

….dreams go to die.

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Where there is smoke…

….it gets harder to breathe.

It’s almost that time….

…….to get some help.

Too many bridges….

….too far for me.

Rat arsed…

…….there was supposedly a kind of street fair organised in my neighbourhood today….

…..but all it seemed to be was turning over the street solely so people can get rat arsed.

That’s not a festival.

I’ve joined the Cat Party.

I have the honour of contributing to the latest Cat Party #9 Zine put together by my zines friends Katie and Joe, way on the other side of the planet. Copies are available from here

Just try…..

……and drown me. I don’t swim. I walk.

Where….

….to cry to now.

Sing me a song……

….in my nest of hair.

It’s time…..

………to set your boundaries.

Wasn’t it meant to be the time for the downtrodden. All that I see is that all those in power already doubling down, and getting worse.

What to do?