There's nothing really to say. I'm a coward though if you ever meet me, i'll be a liar too.

I try and capture the weird and the wonderful, but sometimes it falls through. Still, i try.

23rd March 2010

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at road’s end

The distorted peers through
locks like cob web
filaments
that cascade around and
through the entirity,
the sole
bodily complexities
that fiddle and fondle with
blood and water,
mingling the two for
poisoned wine.

It ripples in the constant
triviality;
the want of substance
that pervades her lungs
as she dips her dainty
sensibility in
glistening liquer
until at nadir so peaked
black insight shines through
and plays across the surface
the most graceful melody

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