A Victorian Poem of Self Love

And under the sheets the boy awakes Light in his eye, his dream creates

Vermillion

He's a drugged up truck-drivin man

Her Memories Of Silk and Twine

She came to me in my sleep With her skin like wool of sheep i caught a glimpse of her lonely silhouette a lovely maiden i have met i lay on my bed mesmerized hoping to dream of her in moonlight

Director's Cut

A moving picture

Treasure

To us, what is a treasure? Is it Gold that we luckily found beneath the ground that has been hidden by a group of robbers or pirates?

Brand New

A new start, back to work

One way they keep you stupid

Scene: Blond-haired young girl called Eleanor, blatantly un-ugly, wearing two bits of bright material called a bikini, goes to door to exit house.

The whore's prayer

To out farthest where there is art in Heaven. To the Whodunnit ignition of the Big Bang to giant Gas Cloud Solar Nebula whirling to worlds, spiralling to cool, liquefy and become molten mass.

Blinkered sheep dense with stupidity

In an office of ‘OneTrackMind’ Advertisement Agency in London, four executives are discussing promotional options for the launch of a client's latest product.

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