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Dream Journal: I was somewhere between the time of boyhood and manhood. The shaman stood over the body on the ground, it bulky mass and skin dark and perfect. I played the drum, earthy and simple. I played the flesh of the animal, its tone solid. I experimented with different tones; the tones of the fleshy areas and then the bony ridge with a deeper sound. I played while the wise man cut a piece of flesh off with a crude yet sharp knife that he held curved around his knuckles. He put the piece in his mouth. He handed me the knife and spoke, he told be to cut the flesh of the animal. I held the knife, if felt comfortable but my heart was unsure.

Yourself The automatic doors snark an impatient hiss and he rushes out. Clots of rain thrum the sidewalks. He ducks into a phone box and it is a...

1. Chameleons of indigo; chameleons of gold; chameleons are a rainbow; a wonder to behold. 2. Chameleons of tangerine; chameleons of white;...

1. Zazzoom; its like a lightning bolt has hit my heart and its your fault. Zazzoom; don't know just what it is that fills my heart and feels like...

Saturday 19 th August 2017. Dear Diary... Just as I thought everything would be fine now I was home and in my own environment, another nightmare came...

Once a man died, leaving his son nothing except a talking bird who could say only three things, "Keep going", "Don't give up" and "Have courage". And...

the sun's a happy traveler never ruminates too long it lingers for a moment when you turn your back, it's gone . it travels off to places where you...