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Films by Sean King
A NUN A GUN AND A PROSTITUTE… A Nun a Gun and a Prostitute(also known as anagaap), is a mini-series written by Sean King in 2004 and starring Adelaide’s own Vanessa Bockmann. The film is currently in post production. Chris Juergensen wrote and recorded the theme song for A Nun a Gun and a Prostitute this month in Tokyo. The ...
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YOUR ACID THOUGHTS
acid thoughts my reward for catastrophe I am the monster the anarchy in her mind the wounds that remind her of mortality no better than the hierarchy that tries so hard to kill us all forgive me for failing you Image source; http://www.kwkt.com/regional/toxic-cloud-forces-thousands-southeast-texas-stay-indoors
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My new book is now available for purchase.
My new book titled “Like the Dog I Am” has now been published. You can find the book for purchase in both eBook and print versions. Here’s a short description and review written by Teri Louise Kelly; “When he told me he needed a fountain pen, I dismissed it as normal, what normal passes for anyhow in this world we ...
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Boskanna Way
his name was Joe he told me to meet him in a small street they call Boskanna Way when I arrived he told me about his plans to take over the world with his army of hookers
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BUTTERFLIES IN A SUMMER MONSOON
(It’s been a while but I think that I am finally finding it again) BUTTERFLIES IN A SUMMER MONSOON Gin Like the poor mans cocaine Fucked over It’s all the very same Sitting on a brick letterbox Naked In the wee hours Of a Morning
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I Wonder
[re-post] the mother lays he child’s head against a soft pillow as the armies move forth on the unsuspecting the entrepreneur orders his second bottle of $100 shiraz as the homeless guy who lives in the alley next to that very restaurant scrounges the bin for scraps [anything will do as long as it has some aspect of solidity] the ...
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Of You
[re-post] I still think about you Most of the time it’s Late at night While the room is Dark And my tears Can remain hidden We had such a good time Together The adventures The sex The alcohol We drank too much Then you turned to the drugs Light stuff at first Then The heavy stuff I didn’t want anything ...
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Vampires in the Night of Their Hearts
[re-posted] Stretching the bounds Of the singled Friendship they Both hold so dear He wants so much To tear his heart From his chest And stomp it into An oblivion that would Cease to allow it The feelings it so Endures He cowers in an Imaginary corner Fearing the loss that Seems so inevitable in The current light A light ...
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Writers Block
[re-posted] I am here But I am not I can feel the warmth Of the caffeine as it Coates the back of my throat The smoke burning my lungs As I draw on the stick that Creates it I’m not sure whether the mumblings I can hear in my head Are my thoughts Or the dull sound of the television ...