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The Morning of the Hurricanes
The Bishops bathe in Babylon while Princes, prancing on the lawn, watch Queen deflowered, pale and wan. The King dares not defend her. The Horsemen,...
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Improbable Me
The human genome consists of 20 000 paired genes… about… During meiosis, gametes are generated by randomly swapping genetic material… let's shout… 2...
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The Wind is Isolde
The warden’s bewildered, the keeper’s amazed as the gate gapes behind us, a hole in the haze. Our steps seem uncertain, the cobblestones crazed,...
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Never Land
This yarn is a fabric woven of several earlier warped works, lightly laced together with fur-ther braided tales of human frailty. The looms were loosed, purling frantically this febrile fable Some pearls may be found wanting - unwanted or unwonted - piled or hang ing loose, dangling free within a fuzzy flight of fancy The threads of this untethered tissue may be fastened, or be forgotten, or else be stranded by the readers and left unravelling in the knotted corners of their minds 'twill be perchance that some may laugh or lool in loopy stitches, else be torn or ripped apart, while others may just simply say ‘ 'tis made of hole cloth’, ‘sew what’ or ‘cant seam to get the needle point’ yes, a proper disentanglement may take you for a spin on twisted twines of any strings you feel might need attaching or detaching picking knits, some may think that such strange things ‘have Never happened in our Land’ such quaint things ‘could Never happen in our Land’’ such murky things ‘will Never happen in our Land’’ and this may all be true , if credence be dis-carded such is that gooey gossamer that vails the human mind and thus was born the teasing title of this fabricated Fantasy: NEVER LAND
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Vale of Tears
She walks along an avenue some call the Vale of Tears. Her agonies and sorrows brew in eyes that vail her tears. She whiles alone, her gaze unmet,...
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