The sheer edge of the disintegrating cliff that the ocean’s hectic waves, long since, had tired of would be a classic venue, or as an alternative exit from this lonely globe perhaps, albeit self-effacing, lost to this world while in deepest terminal slumber. Maybe a sneaky poisoned leg of roast spiced duck with plums? Even … More THE GIANT CHOCOLATE COIN
He mouths his solo of undoingthe venue a derelict warehousedue south of Old Father Thamesto an accompanying throb ofaimless raindrops succumbingto relentless gravity viafractured aperture’s leaky roof His gallery a wonky line-up ofcouldn’t care less spidersscurrying half interested ratsvagrant rummaging sex charged pigeons Yet there was once a time when hispatriotic baritone could fill an … More MEDZ YEGHERN aka ‘GENOCIDE’
The potential of a life of clinical debauchery had its delectable merits, more so when one had the ear of The Pope. Better that than a lifetime of tedium, kneeling upon cold stone with glued palms and eyes closed tight dreaming only of forbidden celestial flesh. Given that hara-kiri was not of his fancy it … More THE HOUSE OF VIVID MEMORIES
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