Wednesday, 22 April 2009

Wed, 22 April 09


It doesn't get more interesting than that.
(The pain and the effort to type words into a computer is a pain that I cannot bear. My brain cannot work and my fingers won't move.
I am a dry husk, a barren and aching river bed where water once flowed but is now cracked under the hot midday sun.
I am the fool who stuts and frets upon an empty stage and although my words are full of sound and fury, they mean nothing.
Fill me from the crown to the toe topful of direst cruelty for abandoning you with nothing!) etc.