Here are the pens you ordered There are six pens Red/Yellow/Green Blue/Pink/Violet Why do you write in different inks Because my name is Joseph

When travelling on trains under large cities I expect nothing and feel nothing Everything is fleeting and without substance

Self censorship inhibits us from accessing infinity Although true surreal thought does help But too often it becomes hidden in the mists As people who do not understand their thoughts Tend to treat the whole subject With degrees of humour What are you doing Sephine I am undressing in front of ewe After all we […]

Joe You have mentioned in some of your essays That you believe that differences exist between races I believe that to be true It is very obvious to anybody who thinks You mention that certain countries are more warlike than others That has always been the case This is why wars are fought You are […]

I live with two sisters Emma and Petra Creed Miles They are nicknamed Pinky and Perky By all who know them As they are almost identical In looks as well as habits Although outgoing they can be very private Especially when engaged in their studies

I live next to a beach It is a shingle beach Which is quite rough and coarse Whereas the beach In front of my holiday home Consists of fine white sand The sea is also much clearer I love both of these beaches As they serve my ever changing moods

The sun has risen I watch it rise slowly Honey Dew is still asleep Coffee is quickly brewed We have a view of the beach Some people are already in the sea We are positioned at the intersection Of trails two three and five And have been afforded a shady tree I have decided to […]

Removed her shoes And walked into the sea She was painting its glass With a careful brush So those onshore Could admire its blush For this was an opaque day An opaque day late of year And that was all that was important Her sensible shoes remained on the beach They remained quite silent As […]

Before she left Pauline visited her sister Who lived next to a railway That travelled up a hill She lived in a splendid apartment That faced a sea of mirrors Who lived next to the railway That travelled up a hill From her bedroom She could see where the land had moved The town was […]

Repress the false theories They possess no traction Doubt everything