contrarycate

I saw a crow pecking a hole in her brain I said "There`s a crow eating your grey matter." She cawed disbelieving laughter. I was compelled to break the mirror

and of course sweethearters and rebloggers :)

LOL, I can see why you`d scream in a silent whisper (love the image because I know the feeling!) but nope hun - 'creased' I said `nd creased I meant :D

It must have been a demon under the ground who picked a hole through and snagged our cotton days pulling them under so they crushed together at the edges causing your arrival and departure  to occur almost simultaneously  and all our excited anticipation creased to a hollow ache

you fools, you fools! gathered at the font of the febrile and feeble the wise and the witless flight of the affictioned folding fingers in steeples cry ye with fervour   "give me fever!" fervour for the fantastic in pretty pews of titillation plagiarism is the ineluctable temptation  the usurpation of the ideal  by the unoriginal of the species  the specious flatterer  the assumption of  the newly revirginised into annals of an audaciously inauthentic anthology - we are all copy blots though some spill more copiously than others - I don`t know what i`m thinking anymore brambling as I am down the licentious byways of a library sweating a situational soliloquy 

so frighteningly cacophonous  the wind fitfully tossing molotovs  the keyboards grinning grenades As for the rest of us, heads down pretending there are no strings attached,  banging on a faux neutrality  ignoring the disharmony while taking notes as the choristers sing soulless solos of do-re-me me me the chords of war are loosed, all those split clefs and dissonance  who will protect our childrens ears while factions butcher by the score - why can`t we conduct ourselves better?

what use your hands when you smooth them over the wrapping paper fold it carefully for future use leaving the gift untouched (apart from latent fingerprints) what use then is the present if nought but a receptacle for dust and unseeing looks

waiting - (pallid ghosts in frangible skin) carton of eggs  - rituals