The Sun & The Bridge (Novel) |
The sun glared over the table. The coffee well and truly in me now, tore up my stomach. My insides a cupboard of hastily scribbled false beginning like so many before it had been crumpled and r...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 07:32:00 GMT |
Love |
LOVE
''Art is not only about experimenting with humanity, it is about experimenting with people as well''
S.V. Henning
''Syphilitics, madmen, kings, puppets, ventriloquists!''
Arthur Rimbaud...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 07:27:00 GMT |
the journey cont. more novel |
we relaxed in cafe of vice, i had enough silver for cup of coffee and some castor sugar for Henri. It was a glad rest. I eyed up the bar maid and smoked . Henri managed to find a copy of his favorite ...
Posted by on Sat, 12 May 2007 08:01:00 GMT |
more novel |
Henri and i had finally come to rest in an Arabian styled cavern of coffee some where on the outskirts of important. If you were to reach a higher point at any time and inspected the horizon, I...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 05:46:00 GMT |
Europe now |
the quandry was that we had no where else to go. We'd given up the lights for the sand coloured houses, house upon house,perhaps a garden on a roof. Fig branches reached for us in vain from the...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 05:43:00 GMT |
Forest Fringe New Venue!!! |
a new venue at the forest cafe in edinburgh! which i think i will be involved with muchly check it !!
Forest Fringe: Freedom at the FringeWhy we're DifferentDuring the year the For...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 02:36:00 GMT |
2010 the novel |
Hello &where are you?&again
Odessa; send money
There was an inept silence (common in these parts)
Just call the bank and explain the concept of currency to them, it should be enough&. I hate Russia .
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Posted by on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 13:43:00 GMT |
One Novel |
This is the saddest.
He carefully unpeeled the orange fingers from the fossilized child. Due to heavy smoking the extremities (this included the toes oddly enough)
Had set hard, cold and in a lurid am...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 13:31:00 GMT |
hail |
hail the broken man see him for he is king . rotted teeth and the burned skin he is the one. find him in the dark and the wretched places and hold him. he is the one who knows the kingdoms and he know...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 05:53:00 GMT |
On London |
i've hit london with a violentdisplay of colour and interpretive dance. this placeis clouded with a thick fog a real fog its like beingin a sherlock holmes story that was written by martinamis. but as...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 05:03:00 GMT |
