Category: Confusion
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Wrapped and Draped
Dusty and dirty Musty and murky Wraps unravelling Draping, peeling Reeking Seeking Arms outstretched Gaunt face with hollow eyes Hypnotised Slowly waking Creaking Aching Tomb not holding Freedom waiting Mine for the taking … But I’m petrified
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Look
Observe, see the abstracticity, the shades of purpleness, the slice of green. The all-seeing eye that doesn’t give a second glance to the space between, the void, it seems, the realm of dreams where abstraction’s real and reality bland. But watch the hand and what it carries. You may need to look under… to understand.
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Shelter
They thought they’d made the right choice in sheltering in the arched doorway of St. Lestill’s church. But as the spire rotated into a clock tower, the stained-glass windows folded in on themselves, and huge gothic turrets grew out of each corner of the cold stone structure, they realised the error they’d made. The rain…
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Of Noses and Missing Flowers
Dreary humour in a sepia world, tinged by red and sadness… a shattered large clown’s nose perched on a bowler hat breaks up the melancholy. It’s funny how some things aren’t… wouldn’t you say? A missing squirty flower makes all the difference.
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The Unicorn Challenge: The 07:25
We walked through the woods for what seemed miles… and hours. Mile after mile and hour after hour of relaxing nature. We were still on time, however, to reach the level crossing at 07:25 to see the steam train, Sovereign Maiden, chug through pulling twenty (we counted them in turn) shiny wooden-topped carriages. Steam clouds…
The Mansionic Perspective 