InsomniaTick tick tick tick Here I am again, wide awake in bed. Tick tick tick tick I glance at my clock; 5:45am blinks at me, red against black. Tick tick tick tick I notice the ticking and suddenly it’s all I can focus on. I ponder the reason I own a twenty-four hour digital clock but a twelve hour analogue wristwatch. Tick tick tick tick It’s probably the soothing monotony of it. The precise workings crafted to a fine point, and always on my wrist. It’s dependable. I suppose that’s something to hang on to.Insomnia
I slowly rise, resigned to another night without sleep, or at least
Radio PlayThe Phantom Wigmaker of Olde Londone TowneRadio Play
NARRATOR: (Grandly) You are listening to the BBC
FX: Running, screaming and the 'retreat' melody on a trumpet.
NARRATOR: Oh, come now, that hasn't been done since the war.
HIGH PITCHED OLD LADY: The war! The war! The….
NARRATOR: All right, all right, calm down. Today's programme is brought to you by the magic of radio.
Orchestra: Descending chimes
NARRATOR: We present now, for your listening pleasure; (darkly) The Phantom Wig-maker of Olde Londone Towneeeee……
Orchestra: Dramat
Born Too Late
Well, I haven't been here in some time.
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a=b*c,
b=c,
a=b*b,
b/b=a,
b=0,
0/0=a,
where a = anything
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wishing well
coins desire
dreams ripple
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