Alice Beresford

Artist & Photographer

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18th January 2014

Lost and Found in LA

It was a long hard puff that I took. I felt it in hit the bottom of my lungs as I spoke a smoky thank you to the dude whose warning I had ignored. I know dope dude. I thought as his words floated over me.

Cyn finished her fag and we started to walk back thru the trees to the gig. We could hear Willie’s dulcet tones.

We upped the pace. But I knew I should get some water. I told Cyn I would see her at the seats. As I was walking back with water and wallet in hand my mouth started to cotton up.

Oh oh.

14th March 2010

Gotham

The wind and the rain has come, pushing me eastward towards reality

Manhattan has become a battleground

Man vs Umbrella (and ain’t looking good for the homosapiens)

Heres to reality.