Empire of Whimsy

My body is my body. I’m not bothered what you think of it. It’s carried me through all these years no matter what I’ve thrown at it....

Iconoclasts have come, at last to save us from this drudgery. This too-easy, this clear to see hegemony. But icons as they are s...

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