Lights: a novel with an index

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is not like other people
This Thursday I will launch my novel LIGHTS

Contemporaneous experimental psychedelia, pseudo-philosophical pondering, quasi-mysticism in prose form.

I hope to see you there.

Thursday November 22nd at 7 PM – 11 PM

3 days from now · 39–46°F Mostly Cloudy

The Haggerston Pub
438 Kingsland Road, E8 4AA London, United Kingdom
 

luka

Well-known member
We've got too many of these people that on,y use the forum for self promotion though. We need a cull. Edmund contribute to the poem thread and earn your keep.
 

luka

Well-known member
Good night though. Some lad took too much ket and collapsed on the toilet floor with his tiny drug shrivelled cock hanging out his fly, hair in a puddle of piss. Paramedics had to collect him.
The dealer who sold it to him had a panic attack and sprinted off. Loads and loads of Edmunds female admirers there of course, screaming
His name, hanging off the hem of his garment. Couple of very old dissensus heads in there. What a laugh. First time I've had a drink in since September. Nice to give myself permission
 

luka

Well-known member
As I was saying to idlerich everyone was taking selfies with the overdose lad while he was laid out on the floor, which technically is a bit bad albeit I can see the funny side.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
As I was saying to idlerich everyone was taking selfies with the overdose lad while he was laid out on the floor, which technically is a bit bad albeit I can see the funny side.
Wonder who it was... I'm looking forward to finding out I must say.
 

WashYourHands

Cat Malogen
A few notes

the tv “guest” wake up and fractured memory followed by what I pictured as a brief dumbbell exercise into skin is a disorientating delight of an opening

green skies and the first fag of the day after angled claustrophobic corridors giving way to the day and we’re off, any comforts of sleep a cruel memory

a swirl of consciousness and rootstock
 
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