It happens that these pages only come to be when I am alone and intoxicated. That's why I only post so often.
And that's also why I do not author them, it is the Gods.
As with any Revelation I do not feel I can improve, alter or rephrase. So it is just a diary, or, more accurately, a vomit that lays just as it splashed the ground.
Friday 21 September 2012
SMELL AND COLOUR
Sideways, it is caramel
And dust.
An ominous sun
Shatters all life.
Ancient winds blow
Never to the North,
The red sands building
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