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Nightsfall
Day Glo Released Oct 30, 2011

Some distance away, though not as far as you might think, there is a hill. The kind of hill that looks like a perfectly kept lawn from a distance, but when you stand upon it you can see how much of that green is moss, how it is in fact not a pure green but an aggregated colour of greens, greys, browns and yellows of grass and moss, weeds, bare earth and rocks. To stand on this particular hill would also bring ill thoughts and disquieting dreams, and few decide to stay awhile and admire the view, either departing at once from its uneven surface or continuing unhappily on their journey across it.

Most of the people who knew exactly what caused this most disagreeable of downs have long since passed away, leaving their children with half-forgotten nursery rhymes as sole warning. The children, too, have grown old, the bedtime stories they once begged for now largely forgotten.

Yet, still, in the villages on either side of the mount, the people know that there is a reason that children need not be warned of playing out too late, or of wandering off onto the hillside. The houses in their very stones recall that their occupants must be reminded not to tread lightly on this ancient mound of dirt and stone, and so they whisper at night, murmuring to their sleeping residents of what has been, and what may yet come to be.

The houses speak in different voices, as people do. The old pub creaks with the dry depth of the English oak of its timber frame. The old shepherd's bungalow rumbles as the rocks of its walls once did when they fell up from the Earth's mantle. But they all tell the same...

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fleet of foot
breaking branches
running with your sister
to feel the shock of shattered bone
and dance under a fountain
of hot leaping blood
- which you drink
and gladly beneath her
smile...
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The the the the the run! Of the litter!
Never fall never tall always more ever scorned but forever torn
and left broken bleeding sighing sleeping on the train tracks at night
where...
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Our landlord is the Rat King.

We didn't realise until we moved in; when the previous tenants showed us around, they told us the front room was occupied by their friend. Sleeping off...
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Feel it there behind your eyes. Lurking like some dark beast, yellow teeth bared, claws sheathed for now. But this is no dumb animal. This is a creature of fierce intellect. It is...

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a. Hello.

b. Hi.

a. You OK?

b. Not too bad, yeah. Yourself?

a. Good-ish. Been up to much?

b. Hardly. Just lazing around the house.

a. Same here. Just browsing HitRECord.

b. Hit...? a....

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He exploded in her mind was full of colours. Rainbows & unicorns galloped across the underneath. Who spoke in whispers through a megaphone? Forgotten but not forgetting your...

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*** Important note: whatever responses people want to do for this collab, I'd rather nobody writes any letters either to or from Daisy. I don't know where I'm taking this yet, but...

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