Thursday, 28 August 2014

A confidently constructed fiction is indistinguishable from fact.


The truth is simply the story that has thus far succeeded in fighting off its contenders.


Life is a first draft with no room for revision.

Friday, 22 August 2014

Someone once asked me: 'What on Earth were you thinking?'
To which I replied truthfully: 'Why nothing, my good sir. My brain was taking a stroll on the moon at the time, while my body was busy balancing orbits.'
When my fellow conversant inquired as to the stability of my mind, I assured him: 'My head is as hale as a hare and my hair is as hard as a hat. My noggin's as nimble as noodles, my cranium lithe as a cat.'
I fear my friend failed to find the facetiousness in my frenzy. Perhaps it was folly of me to fly so free with my frankness. Pfah! A feather in my fringe and frollick ho!

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Tet over at Number the Stars has put together a great little review of Guerrilla Internet. Zoom on over here and give it a read!

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Every time I die, I realise it was just a dream,
And this curse that we call life persists in tearing at my seams,
Bereft of beauty, shorn of lustre, Eden rots with my decay,
And pretty soon these walls will crumble; we live to die another day.
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