Monday, 23 December 2013

Richard Clares Apples...

I meet Rich C. He is asking me where his apples are. We are at some
kind of conference and he has not been invited and he is annoyed and
demands to talk to me. When I turn up he gets cross and starts asking
me what happened to his apples.

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I'm round at a friends house and they are drinking strange cocktails.
They offer me one and I accept cautiously. It smells like its got glue
or solvents in it.

One of my friends friends has gone out onto the street to do solo
singing, she has a great voice and people gather round her to listen
to the song. It is like a black african blues freedom song singing to
rouse peoples hearts and souls.

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My friend has a girlfriend. He is stood next to her and they are
holding hands. They are very much in love, but then this other guy
comes along and takes hold of her hand and subtly takes her away from
him. I feel sad for him, because he really liked her. He appeals to me
because I was the only one who saw it happen.

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