the sand

A million glistening particles of clear and purified sand danced around the room; reflecting and redirecting ambient light into condensed beams of turmoil, which, tumultuously pierced the soft dust particles floating gently in the yellow sunlight. Non of this, Jonathan was meant to see of course; so when the young lad walked in and witnessed this forbidden act, the sand, had no other option than to incinerate him immediately - it was the only humane thing to do. To ignore the boy, would simply amount to robing him of his very right to live as a human being.

let the critters live a couple more minutes

And then it began - at a slow tempered pace. Initially just waking up to the world, it's full power; venom; lust; temporarily forgotten. Just a gelatinous mass taking it's time - no rush, nothing can kill u, enjoy the sunshine and let those little furry critters live a little while longer - the sooner u know who u are the quicker they must die - and we don't want that, do we? Not for another 2-3 hours at the least, anyway. No stress, no good, no evil, only eager tingling flesh and a growing hunger that will be rewarded with time.

curtain wonderland

Rumour has it, there be a special place which offers a wide range of ready made curtains -a place which promises to provide products that represent both quality and value. To the blind this place is simply referred to as area -37; but, for those 'bright eyes' who are willing to see, it is known as:

                                                       ***curtain wonderland***

A sacred world, where curtains are released from the restraints of earthly meanings and functions. A place where soft and majestic expressions are celebrate and revered. A place where the impossibly still, ever so slightly sway.

electric splashes

The splashes and drops of water resonated like deadly electrified cymbal hits; with each little drop smashing down on the pavement and dispersing it's violent energy out in concentric circles accross the sidewalk. By the time the passing pedestrians realised what was going it was simply to late to turn back or avoid the rain; all they could do was rely on the old hop, skip and jump routine to negotiate the wild spasmodic energy to avoid being electrocuted. It wasn't all so bad though - for some it was actually cathartic. Many of the people had never experienced such chaotic rhythm before, and theres nothing like being forced into the deep end!!