World
In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king..
There is nothing I can write here that will speak louder than my writing.
In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king..
It's a business of sadists and masochists. You know which one you are....
And thus he lay in bed. The ghost of her body alive in his skin, sensually jumping all over him like a thousand mermaids surround the dying boat of some ill fated sailors.
As he looked down at her, the dark glow of the lamp bouncing off her silky skin in such a way as to make her the perfect image of sepia.
In three words I can sum up everything I have learned about life .... It goes on..
That's not a skirt girl That's a sawn-off shot gun And I an only hope You've got it aimed at me.
Much like that old buddahist story about the simpleton who found Nirvana through the task of organising the shoes outside the temple, all the other monks made fun of him, whilst they meditated all...
And yet as I was feeling it, as my blood flowed fast and my brain worked overtime I felt sad, sad because I have felt like this before, I have felt euphorically happy in the past; when I was in love...
"I believe there are cities where work is a prison and time a goal and love a burden, and this makes my freedom worth while" Lanark.