JONNY CATAPULT – THE PLUMBER THE ROMANTIC NOVELISTS ALL TRUST

CAROLEE CROFT’S INADEQUATE WATER PRESSURE “Well that’s all sorted out, luv…or may I call you Carolee? I can, cheers for that luv…Carolee, that is. Anyhow, before explaining to you the exact cause and subsequent resolution of your plumbing issues, I would point out that what with all this humidity here in Sao Paulo I have … More JONNY CATAPULT – THE PLUMBER THE ROMANTIC NOVELISTS ALL TRUST

ALONE IN THE COLLECTIVE

(Seul Dans Le Collectif) Those balmy days of sluggish avalanches and an antipathy toward the swarm long gone. They abandoned him the moment she opened her mouth and spat out the word, ‘Abracadabra’. He misses her honeyed flesh, disrespectful soul and perceptive love making with an abnormal passion. As of now, every which way horizons … More ALONE IN THE COLLECTIVE

SLAVES TO TIME

how gentle was Time back when back when there were no summer rains and new-found love was both innocent and wild back when Time had yet to be wholly realized had yet to aggrieve, to exist before the epoch of open awakening Time, a mock-ruin folly gracing a veiled skyscape, emptiness reigned absolute then came … More SLAVES TO TIME

CUCKOO ALICE

As of about now I shall be away from my blog spoiling my dear wife, Shirl. I estimate that by the end of June she will likely tire of such indulgence. In the meantime, I leave you with a dose of refined lunacy and wish one and all the very best of good fortune. CUCKOO … More CUCKOO ALICE