Paul of Upminster

...down a spiral staircase, across a crooked floor, through the bones and bits of tin, a burning swan, crushed velvet thoughts, oil-crayoned ideas, black cars, crows pecking at dead eyes, black satin sex, box-wood, deep shadows crawling across my hands, tortured hair, cemeterys deep in snow, breaking the neck of an eagle in flight, big old house covered in ivy, a twisted scream, the gardens old summerhouse, tiny bottles of perfume violently implode, black cardigans, writing tiny novels in my room, blood on the stairs, broken jewellery, the sun never reaches the back of the house here where I sit, intermittent sounds, floor drifting in feathers,...-(..v)- Design your MySpace with MyLook -(..v)- ...