Ten times ten – for dVerse
Inspired from text fragment from Bleak House Chapter 31 (I) The barking of a dog; little old woman perversely animated. (III) A wretched chimney piece of a peculiar smell curtsy […]
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Cloud the agony – for dVerse
Oh, ashamed to cloud the agony. Revenge his folly — slap me pardon. In conviction subdued — ventured sweetness, profiting to moderate his boyhood-lull diverted into irresistible attraction. Nameless disposition […]
Let ghosts of Marley speak – for dVerse
Constellation patterns of the year to be are playing peek-a-boo behind the shroud prepared for wake of two-thousand fourteen. This dreaded year that made the serpent proud when xenophobics from […]
After all it could have been worse – for dVerse
There was a birthday when I realized I probably had less remaining roads to go than the paths I already had walked. I should have done, delivered gold and maybe […]
The memory of bread – for dVerse
Smell of supermarket bread – evokes a memory inside that market research indicate will make us buy — thirteen point nine more food we cannot eat. Half of what we […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 