May the great Lord of mock chops watch over our last repast. Let the wipe clean plastic cloth be sinless over the formica tartan alter and be blessed...
Bent bracken diamonding the slant light, fern trampled into forest floor where nothing (seen) can surely roam. The whole woods undeservedly deserted...
Thistles sprout in an airless place, claymores rattle clash without purpose and gaunt ghosts battle soundlessly over a place bleaker than a Scottish...
Surrealists are trying to lead astray this evening. One of them has placed a pine bedstead complete with mattress on the headland among the heather,...