Buzzing flies. The sick odour of death. Of incidental cruel abrupt stop. Robbed of dignity. Skin swelling with rot. Puffy, oozing and stinking. Charred flesh splitting to reveal sturdy white bone.
Living with horror. Incensed by horror. Partaking in horror.
Victims to the vicious endlessness of pain and anger.
More anger.
More pain.
More pain. More anger.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
it’s a lot healthier than sulking.
About Me
- H
- To be a bird and shit on all that I fly past.
CURRENT MOON
Sites I Like
Fellow Bloggers
- Barnsley Girl
- Beatnik Witness
- Being Saif
- Blog Ma
- Bob the Biker
- Crapper Man
- Deep as the Debo Blue
- Delhi Divas
- Derring Do's moon turns purple
- Houseband
- Hyde Storyteller
- Julia Star Trekker
- Lost
- Lovely Lizza
- Mister Dutta
- My Favourite Tippler Boy
- Nice Old Spice [New]
- Nice Old Spice [original]
- Nonsense Boy
- Ponderer
- Prom Bwoy
- Prude
- Rajiv Mudgal's site
- Whiskey Cellar
- Winding Faith
Archive
-
▼
2006
(59)
-
▼
July
(18)
- Bowel Ballad
- War
- Before & After: The two lives of Dr. Halo and Mr. ...
- I’m stalking
- The indignity of being a world famous writer
- Stars in the eyes of a wannabe melancholy whore
- Daymare at my desk
- potty posy prose: Head
- Aisa Kaisa Waisa part 2:
- Savage garden
- Death by chocolate
- Aisa waisa kaisa: What if?
- Lunatic lizard lover
- Shining through their arses
- Oasis on a chaddi: Thousand and one magical nights...
- Smorgasbord
- Childhood
- One glance
-
▼
July
(18)
1 comment:
Moved by your imagrey. It's like you were in a battle.
Post a Comment