David Jones's Blog, page 1396
March 9, 2012
Semi-Detached (Song Lyrics)
Open up wide it's a brand new day,
But they've got you in prison,
And here you will stay,
So you won't dare do
What they wouldn't do.
Never reach for the sky,
Never run for the lights,
Cos they want you all battered,
And warped into shape,
So your subdued and flattened,
Under the wheel.
Is this all there is,
Is this how we end?
We'll cure you up healthy,
Keep you fit for the herds
Say 'how are you feeling,
You better today?'
But they only hear the answer
They hear.
And they'll dress you up pretty,
So you're...
2headedsnake:
stephenmackey.com
Stephen Mackey - The Moon's...
stephenmackey.com
Stephen Mackey - The Moon's Trousseau
Oh my, this belongs on the front cover of Lilith's Tears..
March 8, 2012
Ok, I am loving this review.
Reviews like this are always nice to come home to after a somewhat long day:
http://bookstodrinkby.blogspot.com/2012/03/dont-cry-girl-review-liliths-tears-by.html?spref=tw
This made me very happy indeed - its a fantastic feeling to know that someone, somewhere, has enjoyed your work enough to write a review about it. Actually, I generally love the style of the review here, too - its very energetic and entertaining, a great read in itself. Very happy with this, I'm certainly grateful!
This makes me smile.
This makes me smile.
March 7, 2012
Haiku #15
Excuses for you,
Must be something: this or that -
But you are yourself.
Make a change and stop Joesph Kony
Who is Joseph...
Make a change and stop Joesph Kony
Who is Joseph Kony?: http://vimeo.com/37119711Pledge Here: http://www.kony2012.com/
the deadline to stop Kony ends Dec. 31st 2012
If you don't feel like watching the video, here's a little summary:
Joseph Kony lives in Central Africa. What Joseph does is, he abducts African kids. He takes them and he keeps them. He makes the boys killers, usually they have to kill their families. When girls are abducted they are turned into sex slaves and are raped. There is...
March 6, 2012
The Wyvern
He crouches, striving to conceal himself, in the cave, and outside it shrieks, screams, its wings blasting aside the air. These are the mountains, and he is convinced that they will be the end, for outside the wyvern howls, wheels through the sky, swooping, lashing at the cave where he scrambles back, without water, without food, without hope, and the creature dives once more. In the cave mouth, the white light dies, a long body; stone grey, chiselled grey, tears past in a flash; a wing, a...
