When fear hits you during middle age that’s the time to rage at the machine. A rooming house, a turd laid on the floor a good metre from its target. Time to get out of this shit fucked town. It was cold and wet and I was staying at the Nunnery , a backpacker joint […]
They came to me that night Oh what a night The band played Waltzing Matilda Waited for me to sing as I roared like a wounded bear San Francisco on Green Street , The owner said put your money away The beer, it’s on the house Hey, ain’t you…. That guy No, I said , […]
This house is too neat I learnt more about myself When I lived in hovels Surrounded by demons and cannibals There was a place I had or was lent to live in A place as strange as Hieronymus Bosch I had to crawl over a thousand years Of crap to sleep on my pissed on […]
Clouds are gathering And I’ve been here all day Walls are creeping upon me Lonely days on my wounded Sea. Clouds are gathering And I’ve been here all day I hear the words from the King A group of ravens sing Shadows are falling A night descending My soul disappearing A world misgotten Truths sold […]
I have always loved bookshops. I love browsing in them having no intention of buying. I am Magellan and the shop is my ship that circumnavigates the world of my feral imagination. In the early days of my travelling , it was cerebral, it was language inspiring the mind and heart. It was a sort […]
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