The conspirator

This must be when the lights tiptoe silently through the no go areas, when it’s dismal and grey and rain’s in for the day and you’re in for the day as well. some days are as near to hell as near can be or as near as I see that they could be and some…

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Dragons and unicorns

Lost in the forever of magic but whenever you call them they will be there. Oberon sold us on to the highest bidder from the lowest realm, I suppose on celluloid that’s allowed but no deal when it’s real life. Like the lamp I’ve been rubbed snubbed bought and abused used discarded and magically I’m…

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Saturday and rain.

Caligula like Dracula is not well thought of in certain places, but in history or myth they are a constant reminder of what we can conjure up. the human psyche that part which is you and me is capable of anything. Dark demonic possession as a form of self expression is something we have to…

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Borders

Wasting time to think of the sorrow when yesterday only gives us tomorrow, there’s time enough to put by to sit there and cry and time to reflect. The clock’s just a windmill uphill mostly, but at the top when we stop before the mad rush downhill time’s still the windmill we struggled so hard…

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