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.
Friday 31 July 2009
Thursday 30 July 2009
The space
Tuesday 28 July 2009
The constants
Monday 27 July 2009
The shape
Sunday 26 July 2009
The day
Saturday 25 July 2009
The plastic
The circus
Friday 24 July 2009
The reel
The certainty
Thursday 23 July 2009
The veil
Monday 20 July 2009
The something
The catalogue
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.
The monsters
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.
The shrine
The measure
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