Spinning On My Windmill

    my feet grip wind pushing silver blading through the air and spiralling a curtain of liquid thought a slick coating of perpetual motion and now I am hanging upside down and the colour is dripping my fingers touch earth and so I fertilise my story and sigh deep into the depths of darkContinue reading “Spinning On My Windmill”

NO Archetype

  Examine evaluate analyze diagnose hard arsed soul imposed assumption medicated string by string frightening conditioning ! who are YOU? to be or not to be is not the question yet question it all I am an angel devil child murderer mother malignant benign fearful gastronomical lovepoison sex kitten crocodog nothing here is real no archetypeContinue reading “NO Archetype”

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All That Glitters Is Not Gold

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it is all just bullshit anyway.....

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This and That

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Ingenuity speaks

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Pain goes in, love comes out.

The Realm

well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.