Lifeless, cold, dead on impact. No, it’s not an evening at the local morgue, it’s the everyday on the world wide waste. Thunderous minds opt
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A Flower in Her Hair
“A Flower In Her Hair” A Short Story *** It isn’t as it was, she thought. Pines, that back then, seemed to tower above her,
Fresh Droppings
When it comes to jive artists and their penchant to barf up rock solid turds for their dead-brained supporters to feast upon, there are the
The Dawn of Days
With society at large screaming for subsiding in permanent outhouses of sub-mediocrity where only shit thrives – lest we forget – there were others living
Sunday Baroque
Bach opens a vista to the universe. After experiencing him, people feel there is meaning to life after all. – Helmut Walcha *** J.S.Bach: Concerto
An Isolation That Always Existed
“An Isolation That Always Existed” A Short Story *** I never really knew of the loves she had, except one, and it wasn’t the love
Dispatches from the Asylum 