Sad-ism

Sad-ism (31st January, 2009, 10.15pm) Dry your tears on your arm. The wetness burns your naked sleeve; this need to make you cry has been growing inside like a weed.

This Baby's Had Enough.

Why have these new parents got the Baby Blues ? It's certainly not post natal depression. And where are they ?

Intaglio is all in the Subtle Wrist. A Confounded Letter on Painting.

Leave that alone always. Never come back to that one pushed against the wall.

SF. Pt.11. Journey to the East.

Some guys get all the luck.

The Vampire Memoirs - chapter II

Boire le Sang

The juryman hammers!

She breathes into her heart the moons light Breathes into her soul the weary night! The crown of thorns; its incubus stars The brigadier’s landmine legs and arms...

A SNAKE STORY

Growing up is a challenge. As a youngster I blinked eyes of innocence. In my adult years, I am aware of the trappings of life. Oh Lord, let me view the world through the eyes of a child, once more.

The Vampire Memoirs - chapter I

Mort pour la Gitane

The American way

People try to tell me how to talk and it's damn irritating. They cram political correctness down my throat and it's aggravating. Even preachers are getting politically correct when they preach.

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