The snow-muffled city slept beneath a blanket of clouds - sounds swallowed up into the sleepy greed of post-snowfall night as streetlights lit ground and sky shades of orange and grey; the world ceased to spin, everything suddenly still. Pathways, roads and sidewalks all disappeared beneath the erasing hand of nature and the world began anew. ( Read more... )

Chilled out all day ( Read more... )

went to bed at 9:30pm only to wake up at 2am. hmph. Here's a delightfully heavy blog to weigh yourself down with... read on only at your own risk ( Read more... )

The lone
Orange leaf
Is picked up by a man
Who
Overjoyed with his find
Promptly
Places the leaf into his mouth
And consumes it

Sitting without peers in complete isolation is a grey stone goblin with his knees drawn and held tightly into his chest where his chin rests ( Read more... )

Little red faced demons saunter up towards me along dirt roads through ghost towns that I should have long stopped visiting. As their spurs drag arrogant furrows through the sand and the carrion birds overhead sing the death-song anthem of the town I begin to tremble violently, not with fear. Nor anxiety. No rage, no I tremble because despite the ( Read more... )

Beneath the leaves and trees of the forest foliage the small man meanders amidst the roots and trunks, bare feet swishing slightly through the fiery fall explosion of colored foliage scattered across the forest floor.

And I’m immediately bored…

Now

if he were

an orange robed bald-headed monk slipping between the trunks on a pilgrimage … and and if ( Read more... )

Open your eyes

See your disguise

A falsified version of you

Held together with wire clothing hangers and glue

If its true

Then

Screw it … is freedom you seek

From yourself

So run.

This is the beginning all capitals stop here, punctuation increases automation so for the duration of this paragraph, it will be in … cessation termination… ( Read more... )

Selfish;

Expecting it to last forever.

When,

Just as an ice cube chills,

Thrills as it tumbles and spills down the rolling hills

of our

V

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R

T

E

B

R

A

E

Drops dripping downward, deftly dancing

in between the raised

goosebumps of her skin, leaving a thin

Trail of moisture

as it melts.

We said it felt

like Ecstasy at the time.

Until it was ( Read more... )

Aldous Huxley once said, to brutally paraphrase; rolling in the muck is not the best way to get clean ( Read more... )