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Clueless Collective - Two Issue 15

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When we landed at iBeefa. I hadn’t even left the airport. And i’d sorted enough pills. To see us through the holidays. I was so well up for a good time. Was gonna prevent that. You certainly didn’t hang around. Acting the big i am. Chatting up that girl dj. Right in front of me. And those two tarts with the big tits. And g-string bikinis from billericay. You can try that. Chill out babe we’re on holiday. And i was out of it. Routine if you like but it won’t wash. We are so through. You total utter BASTARD.

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Clueless Collective - Eight Issue 15

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Regrets In The Total Column. An empty condom packet. Top three-quarters frenzy torn. Jagged edges of the moment when. Three blouse buttons (from a blouse. I no longer own). Pinged off as you ripped it open. To get to my nipples as if you was a child at christmas. Last quarter of a bottle of pernod. I might drink the rest today. Replacing you’re presence with slippy. Recall of blesséd penis angels. One pound twenty seven pence. In loose change that i found on the floor. I mistook as ninja sarcasm.

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Clueless Collective - Three Issue 15

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The miss haversham scenario). On the suburban stained mattress. Of a semi-detached bed. Her life from little girl to widow. Comes to a spinster end. And all because he just had to find out. What taste was on natasha’s lips. Inhale her cunt’s hot glowing scent. And how well his cock would fit. Inside natasha slut with golden hair. And long long barbie legs. The duties of a bridesmaid). I laid down on the reedy bed. Next to the bride full of bubbly turpentine. Who shot her bridegroom down in flames.

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Clueless Collective - About Clueless

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Cath Attar - Editor in Chief. Our glorious leader firmly believes in the old traditions of being an Editor-in-Chief, mainly that of inebriation. Schooled at the Duke of Edinburgh and the Boleyn in Green Street, she has downed her specialist subjects of gin and vodka with funding from our petty cash and the Collective's poetry earnings. Noted for her nasty furry tongue. Email Cath Attar. Self exploding syntax guerilla. Not much is known about our Terry, keeps himself to himself as if he’s in som...Ben is ...

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Clueless Collective - Seven Issue 15

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It's a matter of life and death. That's why i'm starting this charity. Please send me large donations. As the need for your help. Is a matter of great urgency. I've seen these shoes. Oh my god these shoes. Are to die for. I've tried them on. And just like cinderella. They fit only me. But here's the cinders snag. They cost nearly 300 quid. I need them - or my life is incomplete. I need them - or i just won't be able to breathe. I need them i want them i love them i adore them. From the fate of dolcis.

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Clueless Collective - Archive

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Clueless Collective - Ten Issue 15

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When she was seven a half stone. Joanne stuffed her face with pie and chips. And pie and chips and more chips. Until she was sick. When she was seven stone. Joanne would cut the food on her plate. Wave her fork around whilst talking. Yet hadn’t eaten a thing. When she was six and a half stone. Joanne wanted to look just right for a date. But feeling grossly unattractive. Decided she needed to lose some weight. Not eating a thing for days and days. When she was six stone. Joanne binged on chocolate.

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Clueless Collective - Five Issue 15

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DICK Well Tom, what’s on the agenda? TOM What’s a genda? DICK You know: what’s the plan? What we gonna do next? What are we investigating? TOM I dunno. What is on the genda? DICK Do you mean we ain’t got nothing lined up? TOM Looks that way. DICK I have to say Tom, I’m getting more that a little pissed off with this lark. We work hard for these pesky poets and all we ask in return is a bit of investigating to keep us going and what do we get? Cheese cake and chips. What? TOM Does she collect it? TOM I do...

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Clueless Collective - One Issue 15

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Location: hostname = domain. Function welcome home kiss. Source your lips/hugs/to be in your arms function=wanted. Pre,code{monospace;*look-change:100%;}. Command control JUST GO! Space loc=TEAR noad -. Var a=arguments,al=a.length;. Pre,code{monospace;*face-wrong face:100%;}. Var a=arguments,al=a.length;. The girl with blonde hair. Lies about working late. Out drinking with yer mates). Insert insert image with her jpeg1. To talk, dirty talk with tart lipstick. In the curl of cigarette smoke.