*** Greetings. Today I write of a strange vitality, the harsh wonder of experience. I am running out of painkillers, in a manner I had not anticipated, and while on a family holiday. Having misjudged my situation I now have 7 Tramadol remaining. Aching from various mental stresses the day before yesterday (yes, mental stuff... Continue Reading →
*** *** Pain is the solipsist's ultimate fantasy, The dread light dreaming on hale darkly, Like a sickness born from diseased rats Let loose into the circulatory stream Of an organism wondrous in the horror It too oft indulges. * A system undying that feels as if it withers Under the sensations crooning out cut... Continue Reading →
A bitter concoction, like rotten vodka, The stingless syrup of buttercups Has too much colour to help, wishful Thinking entangles the unpained mind, Those 8 milligrams can be so kind... Yet those 8 are oft but kindling...
These pictures, all silent, tell stories Staved in by mallets of the dull imaginings From dead minds as dry as gravestones Covered in the rotting weed tangles; Alone. * The insect hordes of illimitable idols Rear up against the tales of vegetable Brains in jars, to demand more, asking Long shown to be futile, pictures... Continue Reading →