The written word at its most dubious.
'The Duke and the Devil' ‘twas midsummer’s afternoon. A dark, and I hesitate to guess, 'lady' perhaps, waddled into the front bar of the Duke of York Hotel. Flies, whilst already in abundance, seemed to fill the void between her and smoke glassed door. The light cast from behind her through the closing front bar... Continue Reading →
If reading is beyond you at this stage of your life, or day, or social situation; click upon the long legged death to rub a little funk on your groove thing. Hamish, the other, other other, white meat. xxx At various moments in its life, a word will hop languages, change meanings, travel through sinister... Continue Reading →
I penned this a couple of years ago, and I believe it capture’s the true meaning of Easter. Well, captures Easter in the same manner that Henry VIII cured Anne Boleyn’s headache. So too, I have posted this around before, so some will most likely have read this before.
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‘Prints’
It was a Saturday, and I hate Saturdays’. You work towards them, and they get up and let you down. Plans stay just that on Saturdays. It was four in the afternoon, my feet were crossed on my desk, and I was down to three cigarettes. A final taunt in my soft pack of misery.
Yeah, I know. “We are the masters of our destiny.” They have been feedin’ me that rubbish since I first got caned by my primary school master when I was a brat. But the ‘Masters of Destiny’ don’t know where to place the…
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I scribbled this out about a year ago. ♠ When The Boat Comes In. Water closes over. Cold and pressure welcome you to an embrace never truly relished before. Light disappears above you, never to be seen again. Profanity briefly enters the mindset, fleeing equally as quickly; things of a more pressing nature fill the... Continue Reading →
There is no more to say. http://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/vgm/index.jsp?page=194&lang=nl&gclid=CLeV_MWI5b0CFYEVpQod_VoA6w Click the pic.
Even before the sea closed over the stern of RMS Titanic on the morning of April 15th, 1912 the task of representing the sinking – its tragic hubris, its lessons for society and above all its human cost – began in earnest. Within 40 minutes of the fatal collision the first portrayal of the disaster... Continue Reading →
This is quite lengthy, so if you aren't up for a read, click on the picture above to skip to Andy Prieboy; it is from one of the early JJJ Live at the Wireless sessions. It is pretty good. Otherwise -> "Dear parents, You are being lied to. The people who claim to be acting... Continue Reading →
Again, this is a first draft, hence as with all first drafts, there is a certain 'waft' about them. Anyway, God has just gotten out of bed on a Sunday morning to discover the remains of last nights party. "God, currently posted to the 'The Now' - Arab Sector – 5000 to 500BC Common Deity... Continue Reading →
Hello world! As each and everyone of you know, under no circumstances do I EVER plug anyone for the purpose of getting their name out there specifically to get behind them, and the professional services they offer the world of writers. There is always an exception to every rule, and this AMAZING lass is that... Continue Reading →
The World Turned Upside Down 