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If I can put in words how I didn't think I didn't feel but you cleared my void and took me somewhere I didn't know I could and I felt beautiful and I felt but never will again, and I forgot myself and my mind stopped anxiety didn't exist, thoughts evaporated into mist, into your oblivion, into your circle of safety and I forgot who I was or who I had to be and I allowed you in. And that was not sex, it was just being with you, a lady who made ...

My third book Cardigan Street is imaginative, impossible and fun. I struggle with obsessive compulsive disorder (intrusive unwanted thoughts) and writing stories helps me concentrate the train of thoughts in my brain and get to sleep. I have so many people to acknowledge and say thank you to but you always miss someone out so I will choose one. Thank you Daisaku Ikeda.

Something in me stirred and only shook me awake when I got home that I miss you from nowhere you came, from my heart you have flown. Over distant realms, petals, planes, and bottle shells. Perfect punctuation and petals and pubs and please no alliteration. Tears and spilt remains serpents rise and win again. Booze seeks no gain mystery wretches at lifes most beautiful deadline reversed ragtime burst whisper vanilla handkerchiefs and lots of vi...

The pub thinks my stories are getting longer. This one certainly bites the bit. I just wanted it to be magical, but I keep plotting the dip. Melancholy, depression-let's profess them today. Let's get the grim reaper into fast gear and sail away to Led Zeppelin on his cloud sledge. This isn't a suicide note. I would be clear on that. This one is happy ending, the skeleton smiles are all in the day clouds. It's always testing you apart, looking ...

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