Welcome to a world of cruel dystopian colour; a place where the wills of people are crushed to smithereens while they writhe, screaming and yelling, for more-more-more, please; a realm of defecating into giant reverberating chambers that regurgitate it all as an intellectual sustenance gleefully chowed down on with great gusto and—mmm . . . yummy—appetite.
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The Tree of Love
I thought (assumed) it would be straightforward enough to find a picture of a tree to match the image written of below. No. Not a single image capturing the forthcoming description; the closest being one alone on a horizon looking horribly like the default desktop image for Windows XP.
It was the height of summer and the tree in question stood on a small bushy bank, rising tall and well above the hedge below. Its leaves were so plentiful and lush that not a hint of branch was visible—an aspect integral to the below—despite being able to see sky through the odd gap here and there. The sensible thing would’ve been to take a picture of my own, but in resisting the march of the smart phone, I’ve had to use an photo—lovely, it must be said—that doesn’t match the image conveyed.
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Poetry without comment beyond sincere thanks to Anastasia Shuraeva for the image x
Other People’s Children
Thoughts on Climate Change, an ever increasing world population and the conundrum it creates, expressed via the pressures of social media:
Two Gods
Re July 1st with mention of one event taking place previously:
I Scream at Ice Cream
It’s summer: the weather is scintillating (for a change); so what could be better than ice cream?
Old Hat
I did something the other night not done in an age; socialised with friends. Then I did something never done before ever: forgot my hat. Once, I didn’t even like hats; though that’s another story, for that it was a hat is neither here nor there; the point being, I’d hitherto never lost or mislaid an item of personal attire. Some thoughts on the grim calamity:
Continue readingI want to lick your face
There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time, but just haven’t found the right words or way.
Today that changes.
Zen vs. the Art of Consistency
Legends
A few weeks ago something prompted this to pop into my head and now I can’t remember what. It definitely gave it context, I remember that much. Anyway, the show, as they say, must go on; so to compensate for lack of reasoning an alternative timeline for your contemplation follows the verse.
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N. P. Ryan 