Stuart Miller-Osborne

My father owns a tobacconist shop I thought he was a film director He was You say was He fell out of love with cinema Quit and bought a tobacconists shop Does he still make movies Not really He makes short movies about pipes One or two of his pipe advertisements Still show up on […]

As I am not an expert I am quoting from the net Do you speak Japanese Fuck no So you think that there is more to the case than meets the eye I am of that opinion Are you ready Meddy As I will ever be T We will travel back a number of years […]

I Love the Taste of Pink Opium on Your Bitter Lips Is owned by Tif and Roberta It is a coffee bar in Wilberforce that is not far from the Harbour Arm Roberta and Tiffany are my elder sisters The title that I have chosen for this piece of work Is Two Sisters and a […]

Dans un champ de 28 poulets De splendides ponts rouges furent conçus Pendant que je chantais à mes excréments

dans un champ 28 poulets Ponts rouges splendides conçus Alors que je chantais à ma merde Dans un champ de 28 poulets De splendides ponts rouges furent conçus Pendant que je chantais à mes excréments

You are fertile for only a few short weeks And then like everything you slowly fade We will leave before the rains arrive

They only last until the floods return Forty summers and a day Nothing is permanent Everything dies

What terrors existed beneath his bloodied boots What terrors looked down upon him from above And most importantly what terrors still awaited him

Stephenson watched as the vapours of death Rose silently from a small roadside drain He imagined the noxious fumes and toxic fogs As his journey reached its hidden conclusion I