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Torch Lite
Insensitive Cochons give me no air As they root and feed root and feed I must be the shit splattered everywhere as they grunt and sniff, grunt and sniff I forgot my really good line (again) As I get pushed aside and into the wall bloodying my nose that sprays all over them As they rootContinue reading “Torch Lite”
The Still Pool
Madness is staring into the still pool and asking ‘is it fair?’ Capitalism rewards the few. Us the many. Counting pennies. Wishing we could carry off more. Not that you’d know it. You learn not to show it. Unless the guest is an insufferable bore. and you want to clear up so you can getContinue reading “The Still Pool”
Death At The Fairground
You should see the other guy! Created in Paint.NET Copyright©Andrew Mark Watkins 2016
So, blood guts and gore are OK..Hmmm
Sheila looked up from inside the chest cavity of her victim. Her feline teeth stained red, her whole face blood red only the whites of her eyes like ice lightning flecked with green. Her stance was that of a cat also and she used her legs to gain leverage when she tore with her teethContinue reading “So, blood guts and gore are OK..Hmmm”
Death On the Moor Chapter 3
Smelling bad and festering with yellow maggots and pus in the jellyfied state is how I imagine briefly Myra would look on her deathbed, laid flat on a mortuary slab in an old building with peeling paintwork. I was there looking at her while someone held a clipboard. Then I was thinking about my poster onContinue reading “Death On the Moor Chapter 3”
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 