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So let's get on with it. We must put the case for Brexit anew. We must take nothing for granted. It doesn't matter what we do with the money. We can put it in the NHS or buy pink elephants with it. The point is it's hard working British peoples' money and it should be spent on them. The EU is not democratic. The people who run it are oligarchical despots - and not benevolent ones either. Paying all this money for "free trade" - what a contradiction in terms! And who benefits? Not the ordinary people who stump up the cash! And why, for this "free trade" do we have to let Brussels/ Strasbourg (EU have two Parliaments) make 59% of our laws? How does that work? Well, it doesn't. We only rubber stamp their commands in our Parliament. We are vassals and our Parliament is a puppet EU...
Glass houses are cliche, so I'll say mine is one of bones, made of my own And when I toss, or hurl, or juggle sticks and stones my walls crack and threaten to t u m b l e completely to the bare ground around me So I tend to hold my fire
She was empty, but he had promises to fill her. He saved her in stories where magic sighed like a lover: "If you are sweet enough, you can change him." But where was the magic when the charming frog snagged her hips at twelve and told her she tasted sticky? Where was the fairy godmother at thirteen when she cut off her hair, because she could still feel his fingers? Where was the...
I'm ready to sleep now. I hope. "What if you're not?" I'd better not get ready for bed, then. "Well, what will you do?" I could write nothing very interesting or important in an attempt to not think of whatever shitty things are running around my mind. Image of a high school track field. My hat itches. It's wool. I'm allergic. That doesn't appear to stop me....
lipstick red streaking across her leg speaking flesh divided the parting of blood a red sea and the slave freed smirk seductive and ripe ripped through her skin healed wrong it itches swells puckering no balm no kiss a slip of lip closed above her knee carved into self another voiceless mouth her double negative branded silence into her leg...
I'm not upset. I'm calm. I'm tired of being calm, I told my body from across the room. My eyes felt dry enough to close, and my heartbeat was soft enough to sleep on. I want to die, I thought, and my body agreed.
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