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clockwork is on the war path
Al fayed is innocent , please can you not abduct Dev for mating duties
this blog is copyright of LIZARIKK , throw , clockwork
tasha , bisto , chops , identity thief , bobble are not welcome
My first book is called The Love Bombers by Lacey Ember 

, gaslight city is by Victoria Sparking , Concussion Cliffs by Anna Crackle
, hunnie is not welcome to it , she wants to feed my books into AI
I opt out of them being so used in AI

this book is fictional

 

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Is Kal the sun that rouses  you and the moon that whispers goodnight 

Is he the skin that drums in your heart 

Is he a glass of sparkling stars 

 

does he bend your mind and form your heart  

you struggle to get away and love holds you back 

where you cannot fall 

And your hand goes right through him 

 

whos head is like a prism 

refracting peoples light

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i have a habit of making friends with people who are depressed , isolated, excluded from society , cant get a therapist , been let down by the services . Ive been excluded myself and i cant bear to let go of these people . I need to work out how to put myself back together afterwards , think of someone to phone to debrief with , or go to a meeting to get some positive energy  

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To counter the neighbours excessive air freshener i put some fox poo in the garden 

Seems it was not fox poo but my favourite cats enemy cat ! Caused a big yowling match , i wondered what the consequences would be of moving the poo 

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By the time I got there we were taking our freedom for granted,  going to university,  dating who we liked , one night stands , a grant , as if it had always been so 

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England - self depreciating dry humour , grouchiness , rudeness , unceremonious,  like were constantly hazing each other 

My mum thought her mum had an affair with a fighter pilot in the war , which would explain our celtic side

 

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n yeah the ritual abusers refer to my romantic poems as ' knitting ' , as if ive knitted a jumper for my son . And while its not that , it can be used that way if a man needs mothering and starts to see me that way .And then i feel a fool for having written it and named the subject 

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i met a trans man today who wouldnt take no for an answer