Sordidly sowinghis seedsof putilent pestilence,we can never unhearhis words —puerile with virulent venomand loathsome resentment. We think we are betteruntil, in our neighborwe seehis seedy reflection,failing to see thatwhat’s boiling […]
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography
About fantastical places and other stuff
Björn Rudbergs writings 