Cherry

Scrooge Writing the Alphabet

A misunderstood miser.

Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy

Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy. It all depends on what paper you buy So what do you know? Asks the old man in a suit I know not to talk to you, Says the boy on route.

Throw the Bums a Dime

"Once upon a time you dressed so fine / You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?"*

Carruthers' Demise, Chapters fourteen and fifteen

Chapter Fourteen ]

the casual pageantry of madness

standing at the top of the staircase closing the eyes & arms out wide fallen in love with the casual pageantry of madness the one & only the love that will not leave

THE HOLLOW NATURE OF BEING

WALL I: inside an empty room lies an empty box and in that box is a four walled inside room within--- on each of the four walls is a mirror reflecting the deep desertion of the next

WHAT'S GOING ON?

Davey, Davey, Davey my boy What are you waiting for now? You promised us everything sometime gone by, But nothing's been done so please tell us why.

Baby brother 6/9

The next day she went off to the Witches’ Home as usual. Swotting for an exam is always hard work, so by lunchtime she was ready for another trip to Lurbridge.

I wont apologise.

I wont apologise. But when I look at you I am driven only by repulsion. I find the curl of your mouth disturbing. I just must fix it up. Ill leave a small gap open.

Faith is the answer, when it should be the question.

The deep dark space. The fear. All day we are surronded by the air, and only at night do we feel it take shape.

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