A blog of written and visual stories from a second life
┋You filthy, trifling snake. You coil around my arm, climbing up and hoping to get in my ear. Every single day you make the journey and every single day I stick this blade between your fangs and split your head open. You pathetic worm. You can’t kill me! Do you know who I am? You don’t, and your punishment for that is death. Over and over again.┋Continue reading✤ Your punishment is death
┋Farming looks mighty easy when your plough is a pencil and you’re a thousand miles from the cornfield (Dwight D. Eisenhower). But it’s not. Whether you sow corn or ideas, it is still called farming and it retains its difficulty – because whether it’s one or the other, farming remains acutely vital to the survival of humanity (Kulaan D. Dragon). ┋Continue reading✤ Farming
┋Hide up in the Hills, pop a seal under palm trees
Feel the land slide, then I lose my damn mind┋Continue reading✤ Probably
┋“In every moment a choice exists. We can cling to the past or embrace the inevitability of change and allow a brighter future to unfold before us. Such an uncertain future may call for even more uncertain allies. Either way, a new day is coming whether we like it or not. The question is will you control it, or will it control you?”┋
Klaus MikaelsonContinue reading✤ Nouveau jour
┋I’ve never taken the high road. But I tell other people to, because then there’s more room for me on the low road.┋
John ConstantineContinue reading✤ Another day, another night
┋He’d trade his guns for love
But he’s caught in the crossfire
And he keeps wakin’ up
But it’s not to the sound of birds┋Continue reading✤ Mornings
┋There’s no point in asking
You’ll get no reply
Oh just remember a don’t decide
I got no reason it’s all too much
You’ll always find us
Out to lunch┋Continue reading✤ Don’t be vacan, be vacant
┋I’m the one who steps from the shadows, all beard and whiskey and arrogance, ready to deal with the madness. Oh, I’ve got it all sewn up. I can save you. If it takes the last drop of your blood, I’ll drive your demons away. I’ll kick them in the bollocks and spit on them when they’re down and then I’ll be gone back into darkness, leaving only a nod and a wink and a wisecrack. I walk my path alone… who would walk with me?┋Continue reading✤ Hellblazer
┋In a moment it will borrow
Flashing in a gusty train
Laughter and desire and sorrow
Anger and delight and pain┋
Passion by Archibald LampmanContinue reading✤ Flamma
┋How do we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine?
Nothing can keep us apart
Cause you are the one I was meant to find┋Continue reading✤ Rewrite the …