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I try to scribble you initial on every spare piece of card or book, folder or table I touch. I must always change you to my name - H, H, on and over...

A heap of chilling cossie - in a still moment I clench my toes around, against the grain, To be touched by the fabric of before.

The light is supposed to be like A flooded clinic Milking and sapping through my stage - Dark blocks and starts and uncarressed shards. I will...

Everything that happens to you Is realised by a sense, A doorway to your consciousness. If I rewind and play Rewind and play Over and over - When you...

angry old man edges blunted no longer the hunter now the hunted middle aged spread has gone to his head hair falling out teeth follow suit

A short film review, my first ever for the much talked about film Passion of the Christ.

A short monologue detailing with the aftermath of a person who has been scammed by a con artist out of a considerable amount of money.

The connotation of the Aleph as a ?point in space containing all the points? adds own the pompous abstraction of creative causality as chance occurrence of representative consciousness striking exactitude to the art of the symbol! Its paradoxical to infiltrate this idea with literature: as the death of God is the death of unrecognised symbol. The art of cognition to consciously adopt life is to understand the mere representation of the symbol and translate it to the spirit as being consciously done.

"A man should only cry twice in his life..."