Your eyes are lovely. With wasabi.
‘The sky’s falling!’ ‘Don’t be stu—’
One of these words is poisoned.
A headless man? How last-century!
The one law of robotics. Kill!
The French for six is cease.
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- Badiou's ethics of truth
- Publicity
- Love your neighbour
- Six six-word stories
- On hypocrisy
- 'It's not enough ...'
- Flood
- Strong Truth
- Doolittle
- Pont poem
- The size of childhood
- Autumn
- Write what you know
- Prisons
- Repression
- Saccharine and blindness
- We are not travelling
- Race
- The world
- Conceptual Breakthrough
- Mind
- Birds poem
- Dreams I Can't Make Sense Of
- The lightning strike
- Tabu
- Contents Page for an Imaginary Collection of Poems
- Children
- Entanglement
- Avoiding angst
- Safari Park poem
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About Me
- Adam Roberts Project
- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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