Either a thing, phrase or image or...whatever you think works...just want to try it.
Hope some of you throw some ideas my way.
Ta. L.


VerisimilitudeSerene cadence of neo-noir death of masterpiece velvet upon screen. A story to unhinge the listening soul but a wicked reflection almost unseen.Verisimilitude
Such harrowing beauty and sublime honesty in fact purloined. My heart breaks at such artistry.
I hear the solemn song of my existence as laughter within a gilded purse. Echoes ring in vault-like basements filled with dusty reels, lies terse.
From the final tone of such betrayal I set my body painfully, ruefully upon a value. I give to the listening soul my song, my art, which shall be all tr
The Thinker

Faded and at RestAlone at night in an unlit room the mind fashions itself external, and all about becomes darkened chambers of memory and life. Shrowded history....my own indeed....my lived and unlived days.... my wasted days and....the others. In an unseen doorway I see....HER....black, sublimate figure of all my earthly works....my history is HER as perfect black.Faded and at Rest
Faded and at rest, waiting one day to rise, one day in the final flame....to rise.
I would have HER gone! Drawing me to recollect....my choices.... options that drifted across my life as fumes do a city street....and I grasped at


Twilight LibraryFriday fades behind the Regency terrace and the Oriental domes, Georgie's maisonette awaits its nightly glow and glass fronted appartments wait patient for the coming of the dark.Twilight Library
Amidst the city's failing hue and herbal funk, the merry prepare for their unfurling. Polyphony, wine, laughter and idealistic prose sit upon the tip of evenings tongue.
In the library sit the weary time-killing crowd, eyes engaged in routine left to right with intermittent cascade to dozing. Conscientious students too, the obsessive, and the homeless. Softbacks lean against one another like lovers, woozy lovers, swo


Observations in Chicago.i.Observations in Chicago.
I knew the man was blind because he had one of those red and white striped canes you see in old movies. The really long ones; the kind that remind me of the little plastic cylinders on the strings of jump ropes, and with a thin loop handle on the end. He looked at me, or really, he looked past me, and I expected to see those odd, disturbing eyes but I saw nothing. Real nothing. Empty sockets where the eyes had been. The sight of the hollow flesh made me freeze. Not in the sense of motion - if I had been walking I would have kept at it - but it made me feel cold. Really cold. Colder-than-the-windy-city cold. And I realized that
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"hayat ölümün biyolojik olarak aktif safhasıdır. hiçbirimiz yaşamıyoruz, hepimiz ölüyoruz."
Chuck Palahniuk
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\"I do not exhort you to love of your neighbour; I exhort you to love of the most distant.\"
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Yes, Pryce is quite excellent. I saw Ralph Fiennes in God of Carnage last year too, and even Nigel Havers as Captain Hook once! Not so much a performance as two hours of giggling, that one, heh.
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\"I do not exhort you to love of your neighbour; I exhort you to love of the most distant.\"
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
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