An’ when the words just fail to form The time to write’s not right But is it right to write any words Or only them what’s right? My words tonight are out of sight My form is not on form But are my words tonight wrote right And this is jus’ the norm? Right words,…
See this picture here? The picture that Sideview has set as her weekend theme for this week? The picture of the corridor with all those doors, and the shadows and the light parts and the other door at the end? That picture is how I see my mind. Not all of it, but the place…
White Rabbits for March! Yes, I know this post is a little late to be saying white rabbits, as it’s now almost the second day of March, but sometimes things take a while. Unlike time, I hasten to add… can you believe that it’s March already? Yesterday, I posted a random post featuring a handful…
Hope is the dream of the waking man. No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness. The soul never thinks without a picture. The energy of the mind is the essence of life. That’s not Aristotle’s mouth, by the way. It’s mine. Well, not mine, exactly, but my interpretation of one. Aristotle also…
From an old scrap of paper, ‘unfortunately’ discovered by Psychic Sue, within the pages of a Boke of Speles, which itself was discovered in a large cave, which itself was discovered deep beneath the Cheshire countryside, whilst the Elite Force of Britain were working undercover to recover a stolen compact disk cover that contained a…
The Mansionic Perspective