Melding a Small Cache of Electric, Eclectic Synapses
Tin Can Communication — Heart to Heart by Esmeralda Cloud The first blast came from nowhere, To her heart . …
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The Anatomy of a Blogger
The Anatomy of a Blogger — Part One — The following contains short extracts from archived records of renowned psychologist …
Wonderful Electric
Dance time. Goldfrapp – ” Strict machine “ from Zack Jack on Vimeo.
The Moral of the Tail . . . Don’t Vex a Poet My Dear (Filth invovled)
Is it fair to judge a poet’s nature from their verses alone? Gaius Valerius Catullus (c.84 BC–c.54 BC) thought not, …
The Cloud Speaks upon the Subject of Disappointment
Morrissey — The greatest disappointment since the human race crawled from the primaeval soup and the whole of their …
The Road to Independence – Swarndeep Gill
For Victoria over at Victoria Neuronotes. Sometimes our paths leave us mired in dark places, and we cannot navigate our …
Simulcast Fragment – 270065 – Zane Griftor – The Drawback
“I wish you’d just take a draw and chill out Zane.” I stare at Rippon with empty eyes. I do …
The Character of Cataracta
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water …
Racy Alternation
Racy Alternation Spellbound storm rider, Balls clipped to cleats; I’ve got time on my side, For my feet fly so …
The Cloud Speaks on the Subject of Criticism
Taking criticism is much like undergoing an enema — rarely a happily received procedure — only worse, as the resultant …
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows.
Sublime stuff, a wonderful lack of punctuation too. One huge expulsion of rawly charged air. Lovesong – Ted Hughes He …
Be Yourself – Everyone Else is Already Taken
A moving example of film noir.
The Cloud Speaks on the Subject of Tragedy
We adore tragedy. Think of your favourite film, your most beloved book, and I venture there will be elements …
The roughage grows dark – by Minty Boffle
I came across this a couple of weeks back and loved it so much it stuck with me enough to …
When Charles Dickens Met Esme 1861
Of course in that life Esme was using her middle name – Estella. And my, what great expectations he had …
Quite Something
She could sense everything Throughout the aether From ear to eternity’s horizon, To the Empyrian Gate. And consequently . . …
Esmeralda and The Cloud 
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