Opioid eyes
Wretched the poor, the vermin and the parasites, the ruined humans in dilapidated houses clinging to the edge of being wood. In foul existence, and maggot numbers they are carrying […]
Wretched the poor, the vermin and the parasites, the ruined humans in dilapidated houses clinging to the edge of being wood. In foul existence, and maggot numbers they are carrying […]
Muddiest — that leaden headed fog, too thick, groping, pestilent, holds this heaven and earth. Softly tripping on slippery pretence its owlish drawl from padded madhouse, dead in every churchyard, […]
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
the woes and dreams of a twenty-something with too many feelings
Now we see through a glass, darkly
A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry
About fantastical places and other stuff
Sharing my thoughts, poems, travel & art