January 2010
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Moonlight
Sombre, my mood tinted with the ever-present melancholy, lifted for a few hours, only to return. Stalking in the shadows, a black dog, feral and fearless, with a bite far worse than it’s silent bark, leapt upon me, setting it’s sights and jar firmly on my throat. My limbs become heavy and my mind is flooded with waves of endless thought, all that was sacred melts away, and the transformation...
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Cob webs linger in the corner of a dusty room, an old armchair awaits, moth ridden and diseased, cancerous splashes of early morning coffee stain the fabric, brown on red, the colour of dried blood. The bookcase is littered with heavy leather bound tomes, nothing here is exceedingly new, the same ideas have been played out time and time again. The air is musky, the distant memory of incense...