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Valentine’s Day 2007 Science and Love are not natural bedfellows for the monkey is jealous of his hide – Poor Bad Valentine who seeks to feel in this besotted age of violence something like a peace of mind. There are … Continue reading →

On The Velvet and The Sable Under that holey black bin bag of night there was I again drunk and wondering if the coins beneath the shelf would fit into any place they fell into just as we who stagger … Continue reading →