... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Saturday, September 6, 2014
i don't know why they've coloured it green, its an effing bald mountain
once upon a time, at dawn, whilst flying down from barcelona to granada to meet tony and donna, i saw a rather intimidatingly rocky table-top kind of a mountain ... it took me ages to discover a map that let me find out what i'd seen and now i'm going to take a better look at calar de la sima ... back in two weeks
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
keats, ?ennit/innit?
KEATS To Sleep
O SOFT
embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting with careful fingers and benign
Our
gloom-pleased eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
O soothest
Sleep! if so it please thee, close,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
Or wait the
amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities;
Then save me, or the passèd day will shine
Upon my
pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from
curious conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a
mole;
Turn the key
deftly in the oilèd wards,
And seal the hushèd casket of my soul.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Friday, August 8, 2014
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Sunday, August 3, 2014
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