Personal Blog of pondering liners, short stories and poems.
I am the gravel beneath the towering pompous monument. Serving a purpose is a virtue in itself.
Festival of lights, light up the conscious, subconscious and unconscious to be the Illuminati.
Love is multi-faceted. The sculptor expresses his love to the stone with every nip and blow.
Anything unknown and unusual is either divine or devilish depending upon the mental state of the receiver. All in all to be feared and distant from.