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.
Labels:
cats,
collage,
feast,
food,
Gods,
Moleskine,
sketchbook,
watercolour
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.
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
I WILL feed the five thousand!
Labels:
bacon,
bread,
breakfast,
eggs,
food,
Moleskine,
sketchbook,
watercolour
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.'
Friday, 1 June 2012
Sunday, 8 April 2012
Moleskine pages - A Regular Dream
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