If it's a stamp of approval don't seek it, if it's a challenge to be met don't greet it, if it's nothing but confusion embrace it, for it will unravel and play in a way that teases and tickles and keeps the clock chasing.
Thursday, 30 July 2009
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
Monday, 27 July 2009
Sunday, 26 July 2009
Saturday, 25 July 2009
Friday, 24 July 2009
Thursday, 23 July 2009
Monday, 20 July 2009
This is the catalogue of the weak and the wreckless. Of the top downs and bottoms up; of the moving forwards and the pushing backs. This is the gibberish of which they speak. I’ve been inside their abodes. They are havens for the dull and the lifeless. Their spectrum of clichés linger, like litter, across every hall.
I can talk about the insides of these monsters again and again but something tells me exorcism won’t come. They have crept under the surface and the seal is tight. At least until the dreaming begins. Sleep is now the purchase of a nightly ticket showing the pains of the past. The mind is a harrowing hollow, its pain never staying in one spot. How low it will go in its quest for glory and just as I give in and whince, it chortles with glee.
This was the morning altar. The shrine to which only the holy entered in a quest to cleanse their soul. Expressions inside suggested results were slow. Perhaps the only things cleansed were the small ever elusive digits of an online bank account.