We are bright moons reflected in other people’s skies

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My latest musings

Ebony Line

Where lies the conjuring power of this starkest contrast? its simplicity is just masterful, eloquent and bombast. This so perfect example of polemic spectrum ends, it spells out a full lexicon in its curving bend. With its black hole power, it sucks you in, dominion supreme, ebony line so thin.


Brethren of the selfish and Arrogant. Self-serving and shameless, Tory fat-cats scoffing buffets at a food bank. Avaricious to a tee, Regardless of their Disgusting behaviour. Soulless vile shits every fucking one of them.

Spring song

First the blue, among the green, the hazy, wavy blue of Forget-me-nots, stalkless, hovering above brown earth unseen, yellow eyes blinking through slots. And then the blue shade returns, This time in a darker hue, lips of polished navy, upturned, bonnets of Bluebell trumpets come into view. Then miniature lamplights of canary yellow, dotted hereContinue reading “Spring song”

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