For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails

I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here

Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?

Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.

A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.

Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,

I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;

Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.

I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.

Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.

I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.