#vss Berlin became him, was him. There, his thoughts danced passionately with his mind. When he finally left, hollow, most of him stayed on.
#vss It burrowed deeper into him,infecting his speech.Even his sharp tongue couldn't cut it out.Finally, he gave in and did the hokey-cokey
#vss His nose just a triangle,the rest were ellipses&lines.His rectanglar jaw trembled.Geometrical surgery hadnt really straightened him out
#vss They banished him.Erased his username&untagged his tweets.He was an outlander.They hung his photos on Flickr&Facebook,his face cut out
#vss She owned a taxonomy machine.If pointed at anything,it could categorise in seconds.I pointed it at her&it exploded.We don't speak now.
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The hiding place of prose poet Barnaby Heights, who hails from Edinburgh in the sunny south of Scotland. I'm also on Twitter as @thinkmeup
A small note to say I enjoy reading your blog.
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