The minister for murder stated tod… that the ministers feet were going… he’d done his best to keep his mou… but split foot karma had now taken… The sheep and the cows and the thi…
I am story teller I will tell you things that are ultimately true I will tell you things that will bring you to tears
Your father who art in heaven told… that only a few of YOU .....are g… Your father who art in heaven told… that there 'aint much time......if… Your father who art in heaven told…
an angel came to guide me but I wa… an angel came to hold my hand but… an angel came to hold me and I was… I was here........all alone my head was my home
Death is being good to me he comes around and hangs out sipping my whiskey and smoking my… It’s good that he has given me war… and chosen not to leap out on me
There’s nowt round here but wasted… two or more pushchairs constitutes… “no-one smiles”, the badge of indi… the most used queue is the one for… TOKENS
She walked down the street carrying her misgivings in a croch… in silk culottes she strode with the determination of the delu… her heels tapping out morse messag…
I am a young man stealing time and sunlight from the gods I am an old man refusing to pray or pay for more life I am a caged animal trying
The garden’s overgrown now The poppies gone to seed The flowerbeds run over And all is choked by weeds No-ones done the pruning
While I struggled to understand how I could possibly be flying, I lost the ability to fly. Just before I came crashing to earth I resigned myself that this was it....i was going to die....
It is only by thinking things out as one lives them, and living things out as one thinks them that a man or society can be said to think or live at all
My name is terrible unto the heath… I am my Mothers son My name is earthquake, fire and th… I bring the love of ONE My name is global warming, plague…
As I stand here today...... Bone of my bones, blood of my bloo… Man, son of woman, long before flo… Long before Bible, Torah, Koran Long before war, long before man
It isn’t in the way the moonlight… nor is it in the way your hair mov… it is not to be found if you set o… nor is it in your past waiting for some archaeologist of the mind
the night is full of pale blue, glowing mushrooms. An undulating carpet of bioluminescence, a Persian rug of tiny votive parasols, communing with the infinite other. Both between and ov...