Fleet ii
how many springs arise
”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒwithin a hollow
”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒlandscape where some lord
”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒof the high places
”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒimpregnated cattle
”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒbefore descending
”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒ”ƒin human form
Paul Holman‘s poem Fleet ii about London’s secret river.
Pictures by Rich Cutler.
The Oddity
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuckety fuck fuck shit. Shit. Fuck… my…life. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. Fuck… shit. Shit shit shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck two three four fuck two three four. Fuck. Jesus fuck shit. Shit. Shit shit fuck. Fucking fuck fuck shit. Shit. Shit fuck. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me. Fuck… Fuck. Just fuck me. SHIIIIIIIT. fuck… fuck…fuck. Fuck two three four five six seven eight FUCK! FUUUUUUUUCK! Fuck. Shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck…”
Chapter 14 of EJ Spode‘s novel The Oddity.