Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

Moleskine Pages- Fear And Bravado

From the outside there is no way in. Secrets stored in airtight heads for neither love nor money. They fed on fear and bravado before it all ended.

Thursday, 27 February 2014

Moleskine Pages- ACat On A Cold Concrete Roof

She lived close to heaven, wild with silence and dead with life. Every night while cats called and courted, she hosted feasts for the granite Gods, buying brownie points and investment bonds with a cold cold heart. No one can see her, but no one can see past her. She became a ghost well before she died.

Friday, 30 August 2013

Moleskine Pages - Blackmail

The meat had the colour and texture of a flesh wound. They still tucked in greedily and soaked up the blood with bread rolls.

Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Moleskine Pages- Each Man Eats The Thing He Loves

Each man eats the thing he loves...
We broke flesh together eating our way from the bottom up,
I did not see the spirits rise and the mood go south, Nothing could prepare us for the silence that ensued.

Saturday, 11 May 2013

Moleskine Pages - Bacon And Eggs


Flesh of my flesh, pus of my wounds. They Breakfasted on my body and dined on my soul. The line is still coming, there are a few morsels left.
I WILL feed the five thousand!

Sunday, 3 February 2013

Moleskine Pages - Not Screaming

' Not screaming but yawning, not a greeting but a warning. We are angrily joyful and happily sad. We live on clouds lined with stone, in cream topped houses with a diamond roof. We pretend all is well, we pretend well. To break our fast, all we had to do was kill, prepare then eat.'

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Bless This House

    ' She had nothing to offer but food. So they fed on her flesh and boiled her bones for soup. She didn't mind. They grew down instead of up, worshipped animals and saluted the sheets each time they fucked.'

Sunday, 8 April 2012

Moleskine pages - A Regular Dream

The hardest thing to do is to confront one's own shortcomings. It is so easy to project my character flaws on others and blame circumstances but there comes a time where I have to own my cowardice and accept that my life turned out the way it did because I was too fearful of change, am I saying too much? Am I the only one who feels this way?
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