One day you will ask me
Which is more important?
My life or yours?
I will say mine
And you will walk away
That you are my life
Dust and desert, arid plain
I dream of you, I call your name
A flower blooms, the petals fall
Sandglass empties, still I call
Ten years gone, my time is done
I journey home, my battles won
There's no-one waiting, no-one there
Just echoes, and an empty chair.
The stories don't do this place justice. It is amazing! You've never seen anywhere as busy as the market in Algiers. The smells, the flavours, the colours and – oh – the noise!
Fear is what keeps us all in our places, and the fear of the flesh, the ruin of the flesh is the greatest of them all.
I am sickened, I am ruined, but I will build such machines to contain this plague and heal us all.
A skin of a shroud
a stump of the bled
old Lily is flyblown
old Lily is dead
and dreams of the jungle
will flood through her head
and light up her head.
Thrupenny sixpence sparrows and doves
See all the angels a-weeping above
there's no more forgiving, there's no-one to save
for today darling Lily goes into her grave
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Higgeldy Piggeldy blue china eyes
My love comes to me in the fairest disguise
We skips and we totters
I seize her hind trotters
And enter her porcelain thighs.
Send the Tramp Catcher, cosh the old man
Sink him in a barrel of gin
When he's all mixed and the bones turned to jam
We'll raise a glass kindly to him.
He who makes a beast of himself removes himself from the pain of being human.
A cleansing fire always burns little Mandus, but it purifies and it makes anew. Did it hurt to carve out the fevered flesh? Did it hurt to cut free the gangrenous foot? Ask instead this: Can we save them?
I held your hand and watched the blood pool between your legs. You lived long enough to see Edwin, but not Enoch. I will take care of them my love, I promise you this.
Hands are bleeding, raw. I scrub and scrub but the smell will not lift. How can I hold my children with these hands now? How can I kiss them goodnight with lips that have issued such instruction?
This dawning Epoch, this age of reason. An empire grown fat, ripe for the bleeding.
Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.
The desert dunes were like waves in a sluggish sea. While the caravan moved the land appeared motionless, but in camp the hills moved.
The statues were praying – gazing into the dark domed ceiling.
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Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!
The faint glow escaped my fingers and began to spark brightly and spirit me away. Unlocking alien memories of spiralling towers, endless deserts, and impossible geometry.
Centuries have passed in vain and I begin to wonder if I will ever be able to see my love again. How much longer can I sustain my life?
Optimism is a most hopeless feeling, but I must retain it.
One last thing, a shadow is following you. It's a living nightmare – breaking down reality. I have tried everything and there is no way to fight back. You need to escape it as long as you can.
Don't be afraid Daniel. I can't tell you why, but know this: I choose to forget. Try to find comfort and strength in that fact. There is a purpose. You are my final effort to put things right.
I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.
I know this. I've been here already. I know this taste – the taste of Damascus Rose obfuscating the truth in a dim haze. They may sweep the traces from my memory, but my body remembers. These cuts speak volumes, even though my mind remains silent.
They will be back. Oh, they will be back.
If I sleep – will I wake from this nightmare? If not, I pray my heavenly Father will take me in my sleep.