Tag: Art
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The Nightmare
The face in the reflection of the old broken mirror kept changing. He… she… it… transformed in more ways than one… older… younger… thinner… the person looking out of the mirror was most definitely not the person looking into it. Shattered and gaunt, no voice to scream, trapped in an absurd reality and no means…
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It’s Jest Not Funny!
I’ve never been over keen on clowns. And I’ve certainly never been over keen on those sad clowns, frightening things that they are. I’ve never really minded jesters though, for some strange reason. Probably because I was one once, but we’ll keep quiet about that for now. Anyway, as it’s Monday, I’ve just sploshed some…
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Yesterday, I blew up…
Whoa! Hold on there! Yes, I’ve changed the old appearance around here again. It may look as though the meter’s gone (I hope you understand what I mean by that, I’ve never had a meter so I’m not entirely sure I’ve used the correct term…) I’ll start again. It may look as though the fuse…
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Dark Night
My one-thousand-one-hundred-and-eleventh post was published on Sunday 16th March 2014, quite a milestone, and such a good number as well, 1111. Anyway, moving on, my 1,112th post is now here. And, as it’s a Monday, it’s time for another portrait… Can things be as they seem this week? To be continued…!
The Mansionic Perspective 