Empire of Whimsy

Choices. We all have to make them. Which drink to drink. Which thought to think. Is this rock bottom Or nirvana's brink? H...

These memory-threads, they've seen it all. With sheer relief I watch them fall. These tresses teased, consuming time Created a...

The mass debates that circulate On beauty, form and fuzz Revolve, it seems, on lost esteem And a bitchy, mean-girl buzz. Too thin, too ...

Once upon a rum soaked night The boy with scars external Met the girl with scars internal. Her asbestos heart was set alight. The scars...

Somehow he oozes free from a car designed for a being a fraction of his mass. Ego-swollen, he appears to have made an inescapable life ...

He is jarring against the concrete, high street, 60% viscose, quick fix, app twisted backdrop. He swims into focus- rough hands, soft ey...