Stuart Miller-Osborne

If you play your violin I will show you my breasts Or If you play your violin I will show you my flowers Or If you play your violin I will let you share my shoes

You are so fucking false Marty May Why do you say that Because you have never Read a book in your whole life You pretend to I will give you that Just because you leave your glasses Next to a book does not mean That you have read it Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus No cunt has ever…

Am I made of small memories Or are they just The fragile ghosts of butterflies

words in their best order the best words in the best order Why have you written That on your whiteboard Joe How do I know that it is white If I came from a distant planet Would this be my conclusion

I could not remember much about the accident As the impact had rendered me unconscious The pilot had died yet Paz and I had survived Here on this small forgotten island I knew that I would recover from my injuries And that Paz was more or less undamaged It was only on the third day…

My companion and I Had decided to travel To as many countries As we could reach I was very happy with Paz As she was a very beautiful android Who solicited many jealous glances Because she was well out of my league I was ginger and of average height Wore glasses and had a pointed…

On the day that I graduated My parents gave an android As they thought that I should Travel with a gentle companion I was able to choose the gender (female) The race (White European) of admired intelligence Possibly from Spain France or Italy I settled on an android named Paz Who had been programmed To…

People who cross paths For a short yet intense moment Never see each other again

The line is often tranquil Only the occasional train Passes in the night Which leaves the neon ghosts To haunt the empty platforms

Ever since Lisa and George Broke their wedding bed They have slept In separate rooms They both blame The earthquake For this inconvenience