Stuart Miller-Osborne

You are a grade one cunt Joe Fuck you I am crying on the beach A girl from Germany is comforting me What has made me so sad Has someone died Her English is broken My German is poor I am crying from happiness She will sit with me until I recover I will contact […]

Josie Look up into the sky Look at the sun I am looking at the sun As you are looking at the sun We are identical twins I can feel your pain Identical twins Identical thoughts I am on a TGV I am not far from Paris The train is ready to take off I […]

Joe I feel such a silly bitch I posted last night On the way back from Antibes As I was worried about you I went to bed crying As I felt haunted I felt that I would never see you again This morning I woke up And your message was waiting for me Plus the […]

Do you ever consider the essence of strawberries That haunt the wet room when you bathe I am aware of the citrus fruits The January Fruits Oranges Lemons and Limes My skin tingles at their touch You did this to me

Guys I have not been able to contact Joe today I know that he is okay But he does have his very intense moments When he just goes off on a tangent following poetical inspiration If any of you hear from him please give me a shout I am between Antibes and Cannes at present […]

Hi Josie I am sorry that I have been quiet But life has become very silly First of all Linkedin contacted me And told me that I had been a very naughty boy As I had used slang (which can be found in the OED) Which bless their heart they thought was hate speech As […]

I sat with my feet Dangling in the pool Jane was reading Celine The sun was setting Over the distant hills Between the two castles Blush Blue Blush Pink Blush Green

What are you reading The Housewives of America Fuck in Baths Do they How should I know I will ring Cassie then Who is the author Celine Poerts Never heard on her What are you doing What What are you doing with that knife Carving I can see that Are you carving your initials No […]

the captains of january have led us through the caves into the light of a new year

My cat told me that me That Edward Lear And Rainer Maria Rilke Shared High Tea In Oxford yesterday I knew that My cat was lying As I do not own a cat