

SolitudeOne morning sitting in my big red brick house, I sat talking to my friend, the Dormouse. "Why Sir Rodent, why are we shut away? When outside it is such a lovely day?" "Why, good gentleman" he did speak, With his soft gentle squeek, "To be indoors this day is truly a sin, So instead, why not invite our friends in?" I ponder this most radical idea, 'Till the Dormouse notes the fear, "Don't worry, I can see it in your eyes, You are scared of telling our keepers more lies, We just have to avoid them for an hour tops, Enough time to entertain the minces and fops."Solitude


A LightA LightA Light
The lights are flickering. I saw it. They've been on for six months. Is it six? Six months without going off. That's good, isn't it? I didn't know the generator was so good. Or the bulbs. Which makes it flickers? Please don't go out. It's just one. One light. One. Must be the bulb. The rest of my hall is fine. Except that one. That singular light. On and off. On and off. Constantly. Always on and off. Only when I'm in the hall. If I'm in the office, it's fine. Only when I'm there. How does it know? It make's a noise. When it flickers. A click. It's all I hear. Apart from my breathing. And the pit-a-pat of my f


The Conundrum of Cat-MuffinsThe Cat-Muffin is a curious beast, Baked to perfection from flour and yeast, With little cat ears and a long cat tail, In a range of tastes from chocolate to snail, They hop along merrily all through the day, Bouncing up and down when they have something to say, They can talk and talk for many days or weeks, On topics and news that are not for the meek, They are particularly fond of costumes and disguises, And while they are not fond of shocking surprises, Any gift of food fills them with joy, As long as there is not meat but soy,The Conundrum of Cat-Muffins
Now for the Cat-Muffin I am to int


Jack and JillJack smiled. He did that a lot. It wasn't a particularly handsome smile, or even a happy smile. Truth be told it was quite the horrible smile, the sort of smile a mental patient might give before committing some heinous act that rational men would only hear of from their television sets. It was this smile which made most people rather afraid of Jack, as well as his appearance. Tall, gaunt, with an emanciated face and prominent chin and a head of long dark hair. His eyes were heavily set and often hidden behind a drooping fringe, which made eye contact both rare and unsettling. Now, back to his smile. Usually this smile was brought aboutJack and Jill
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Oh, and "hello"
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"Uh... Okay." - Me.
And while you're at it: please read and look at my stuff as well!
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"All art is quite useless" - Oscar Wilde
Comment and I shall answer.
Just some photos, nothing major.
If you like it, I might go take some more. My Study Leave has begun so I got nothing but free time.
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Solidarity.
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