Alphabet.

A short time ago, not far from here, lived a young girl who wore
Brown ribbons in her hair. She lived in a small, run down
Cottage with her father.
“Don’t
Ever go into the forest alone” he warned her. But she knew no
Fear. So into the forest she
Goes, with her
Hair all done up in ribbons.
“I shall be okay”, she said to herself, “for I have all these birds and
Jack rabbits, and this great
Knife to protect me.” She was yet to
Lose her innocence, and her
Mother was never there to teach her the dangers of the forest. It wasn’t until the
Owls started calling that she realised it was
Past her home time. How
Quiet it has become! How dark it has become! She knows she must avoid the urge to
Run.
She knows she must keep
To the path, but her feet keep getting tangled in the
Undergrowth. And she pulls her
Velvet cape close around her and hopes there are no
Wolves near by. Wolves with their
X-ray vision, and their big, big claws. And she tries to
Yell for her father, and hopes the wolf is not
Zealous in the devouring of her virgin flesh.

- Dagger.

CB1

63 dogs on a lead.
Sky toilets open till late.
A white swan opposite a cat flap.
1,779
Sundays to Thursdays only, all illness cured.
37 faulty lights.
Vincent, wash and dry your duvet where the sun always shines!

- Dagger.

Fishbones Dreaming.

I’m rubbish at goodbyes. Ideally I’d never let you leave. But you grab me at the station and kiss me all over my face. I lent you fifty pence for a packet of crisps and I thought I’d never see you again. I realise there is something potentially quite romantic about all this, but I can’t quite grasp it. I laugh through your lips, you’re looking right back at me. I open my eyes.
I hardly know you, yet we know each other so well. “I like looking at you. You make beautiful faces.” You laugh and it’s such an ugly sound. You hold my hands and it made me smile so much I think you changed your mind. I have to keep myself from asking stupid questions and ruining whats just happened. Somehow we giggle and we end up kissing again. I give up to watch American TV.

I'm not sure what I think of this?

- Dagger.

Too Late To Go Back To Sleep

Today I do not feel pretty even though I washed my hair.

I greatly dislike this, but have some poetry:

The pavement is uneven. Not cobble stones, great big slabs of pavement.
I start counting them as I walk along. I try not to step on the cracks.
Black bricks. A pub. I wonder if she ever went there alone. A couple lean against the wall and smoke and talk. I look back at the floor.
I must cross the road. Stop and look both ways. Parked cars along one side, their number plates all facing the same way.
I step down the curb. It’s slightly icy in the road, where no one has walked yet. Dotted lines.
I reach the other side unharmed.
Little houses with picket fences. It would be delightful if it wasn’t for the graffiti everywhere.
Little gardens with little ponds and little gnomes.
I pass a row of shops. A florist that will look so pretty, full of tulips, later, when the sun is shining.
But now, the shutters are drawn. I’m glad it’s early, and I’m gad I’m alone.
She lives above a shop. I do too.
A red door beside a newsagents. The paint is peeling and the door frame is old.
I am made to take my shoes off.

-Dagger.

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Oscar Wilde himself once said “biography lends to death a new terror”, so I’ll try and keep this as brief and entertaining as possible. Talking of Mr. Wilde, I saw ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’ when I was about eight at my local theatre, I found the whole situation terribly amusing and immediately wanted to change my name to Bunbury. I was a slightly odd child.

My first ever memory is of racing my sister towards an oak tree, falling and crying, I was clearly destined for a life of failure, emotional pain and a deep seated hatred for any form of running. Despite all this, I had quite a pleasant childhood, there always seemed to be an abundance of picnics, airplanes and ice cream. I didn’t learn to swim until I was eighteen, and I still can’t ride a bike, but I have many happy memories of waddling around a beach in an orange swimsuit eating cocktail sausages.

That’s clearly all very idealised, truthfully I don’t remember much about anything that happened before about five minutes ago. I know I wet myself once in class and I know I was very excited about getting a uniform just like my sister. Apparently I went to America once too, but this I don’t recall in the slightest, and I still haven’t completely discounted the fact that my parents might actually be lying about this just to make my childhood sound vaguely exciting.

- Dagger.