it’s a dance. two girls trying not to stand on each other’s toes. two girls trying not to stand on the truth, circling each other in the dark. one wrong step: the air-raid sirens howl. there are secrets and there are secrets. the trick is knowing which ones to keep. the days run past like […]
- do not be worried about this.
- it will cause more sleepiness
- to help stop
- (mainly used)
- other conditions.
- it may slow down your reactions.
- it may make you feel more sleepy.
- - as soon as you remember,
- whilst sitting or standing,
- they will dissolve quickly.
- what are the alternatives?
- it may make you drowsy at first -
- starting slower may help.
- do something about it!
- when the time comes,
- (it could be for months or years,
- this will depend)
- the effect should build.
- RARE but important -
- it is unwise
- (discuss this fully):
- it should be much lower.
- the small print,
- a gradual drop
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Germany’s war was waged, we had to make it ours. It began then, an almost park given to us: a façade of what it was not, Huts, a family of a hundred hundred people to trust secrets to; we began in quiet and voice never defied us in six – many – years; the war, […]
A t the start it felt like a clock. T he rhythm too steady. The tap (drip) you for G ot in the kitchen, or the key in the lock T urning over (and over). And still, we could no T work out the time, no rhythm to it, but still we T ried. The […]
I’m quite sightless Or tried to translate thes and wore that On this war we’re in en the snow wasn’t ash Or when I no longer got and none of it can be told until I’m blind with black ear nt with each other If I should die, tell him
ladies ladies gentlemen set on fire too much land love small lane field I don’t want to don’t want to dreaming of I know I’m dreaming of awry million marching wheel way down deep inside fire one desire baby I’ve ambition there’s surely don’t want to set a don’t want […]
We’ll meet again Don’t know where, don’t know when But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day. Keep smiling through, just like you always do, ‘Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away So will you please say hello to the folks that I know tell them I won’t be long. they’ll […]
Shirley Cottrell’s diary extract, Tuesday 17th April 1945: “To see Fantasia in afternoon with Mummy”. Mother, we are firing silent rounds at the enemy, bullets they cannot see and don’t even know exist. Mother, we conceal weapons inside our skulls, fuel them with rations, save lives abroad. We are fighting just like the men, Mother, […]
It’s a collection of symbols we always use. Undeniable hate takes the passion out of our speech. They will help you with your words. Beginning at relations, it’s a family of 26 all into one house. We make them into words and speech. They are always there for us, making us happy with their dances. […]
The hands that night one-on-one that night pain and suffering that night. I can tell you firsthand the devastating impact. Life has been deeply altered forever. Every waking minute is consumed with worry anxiety fear and depression. He walks. I hide. He consumes. Broken shattered in so many ways. […]
It began with a hole. It took fifteen years to construct a man: working day and night To make time to overcome The difficulties of functioning On his own. The prize? Tomorrow. Somewhere in the past, he completely changed And never told anyone.
Between oceans lies the deserted Land of Decoration. The book thief wanders these tomeless shores and resigns to the forgetting time. A life discarded, a dismantled bike crumpled at the bottom of a cliff. No trigger warning present. They are all alone here. Untouched by urban lights, the night rainbow is as expressive as smoke […]
The voice beamed into space a message of peace and hope. died earlier this year, set to music ordinary orange dwarf star.
On a Friday night late in November the Road had come to a stop, falling to pieces. Brought to a stand. And everything upon it followed and overspread one another. That Friday night, an unwholesome sea shut out the light from the eyes of the mind; a beautiful nature to wither away by the setting […]
(Olanzapine: a choice I chose to not make, take from this what you will) do not be worried about this. it will cause more sleepiness to help stop (mainly used) *addictive* other conditions. it may slow down your reactions. it may make you feel more sleepy. “short-acting” – as soon as you remember, whilst […]
i’m scared -of? what is going to happen to us this is our lives, i suppose -have you eaten? i’m very confused i love you i am so jealous i’m sorry it’s all my fault you’re going to call an ambulance – yes, i am i’ve tried so hard to be numb, but i can’t […]
jook-sing is a word more esophagus than aorta. no glamour in the tremoring, no prideful blood-ink except as condemnation. price-match for the least expensive brand of bleach they sell here and apologize, afterwards, to the ruined silk. mama says the only words we have for beautiful are mere derivatives of the original. this too […]
Take an Eastenders drag on a cheap cigarette fag called across the street as fag in my lips bleeds a cherry red ring and the dirty Spoons purses its door to my purse – predrinks alone. Stumble to Bound down back alley hobo grins take the grope for safe passage – speak friend and enter, […]
bone apple tea boneless feet bonus amp in cheese boney kerosine blonde amputee bone atrophy phone apple jeans A B C D toe tap the fleas i want to see disorder, destruction, chaos. i’ve put a delicious razor blade to my tongue, madly bruised, teeming, wild— like the raving […]
just outside the city so we’re slaves to the district line but it’s okay because everything we want is right here, in my ends. the night bus to take us to fantastic parties where the boys are pinging and the girls are taking blurry pics and rumour has it that Dan is on the pull. […]
‘Sayang’ in Malay is sweetheart, darling to be loving the way clouds sleep with the sky or the shadows nestle in the moon’s crescent curves ‘Sayang’ caresses my bruises, my cuts, glass tears sear my face stitching nerve endings together in silk a wave of reassurance whispering of the waters they’ll return soon. A word […]
“Y’know, you oughta get home,” he said, turning back towards the scythed mountains, coulees flowing terribly, beautifully, with gold sediment, diamonds of his sun-flecked hair. That summer I had fallen in love. A warm chinook blew down from the Rockies, rustling his starched shirt, and he pointed towards the clouds hammered above the scree. Though […]
At last / she turned around / into the Arrivals gate / at Terminal 5 / and I counted the seconds it took / for her eyes to find us / the time / I took to recognise her myself / browned / new smells hugging to flesh. / Only a week / but she […]
o fist of cold / o glass green skin of the world / o shivering splinters glittering / i’m the chandelier that hit the marble floor / atoms pulsing / the water dissolving the page I stained with a dark blue bloom / this is home / this Milky Way of algae strokes / far-off […]
We always go where there are graves. / When she dies of pneumonia / they drop three coins in her mouth / bury her under the house in Xiamen. / For days after / her son kisses the floor / prays for new palms to pray with / searches for an eyelash / a used […]
Stop. Start. Stop. Start. You stumble over your words, like how the startled buffalo used to stumble over their stocky legs. Or how quickly you used to turn your horse with just the pressure of your calves. But you’ve been told to share a story. And this is something that’s in your blood. It flows […]
The women in my family have learned how to thread silence into the mercurial sky, how to press rust onto the heart-skin hemorrhage of their larynx. They have learned that their mouths were not built to speak, so they yell silently & pulverize their words into salt for the afternoon meal. The women in my […]
All the trees were on fire. The asphalt roads bubbled, tarmac quick sand greedily swallowing matchstick people. Tumbling they went, flakes of a city dissolving in a shot glass of Armageddon. Horses ran from the Hertz hauling business with incandescent manes as all the oxygen vanished and candles in air raid shelters flickered out. Firestorm […]
you reflect on how they tried to bury us, our bodies blurred beneath layers of scum. You say, England makes me feel like a red ant in a freezer. This place has never been ours. Your children look at you for an explanation. You hide them behind piles of dictionaries and Buddhist prayers on tape, […]