The Blood In My Veins Is Frozen

Why Can’t Our Job Here On Earth Be Simply To Inspire Each Other?

The Bluebells Made Such A Pool That The Earth Had Become Like Water, And All The Trees And Bushes Seemed To Have Grown Out Of The Water. And The Sky Above Seemed To Have Fallen Down On To The Earth Floor; And I Didn’t Know If The Sky Was The Earth Or The Earth Was Water. I Had Been Turned Upside Down. I Had To Hold The Rock With My Fingernails To Stop Me Falling Into The Sky Of The Earth Or The Water Of The Sky. But I Couldn’t Hold On.

I've Been Playing 'doom' For Some Years.

Perhaps Writers Should Never Be Allowed To Get Together In A Workplace Context. It's Not Like Studying Computer Science, After All. The Emotions Are At Large, And Are Shared And Are Questioned. There Is A Vulnerability.

The Poetry And Transgression That Was So Much Of Surrealism's Anarchic Force Has Been Recruited Into Mainstream Culture. It Has Been Made Commonplace By Television And Magazine Merchandising, By Computer Games And Internet Visuals, By Film And Mtv, By The Fashion Shoot.