bugpowderdust

I met Death in my dream again last night. He was in a small supermarket with me, smiling like a talk show host and speaking in his slippery eel’s voice. That night Death had short neat hair and a suit that looked like it had been worn all day, just like any other man sliding [...]

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Not long to go now till showtime. He sits in the dressing room on his own -he hasn’t had to share a dressing room for years – and waits. Sometimes if the layout of the building is right he can hear the audience from here, a low hum of anticipation that feeds through from [...]

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