IN THE LAND OF THE GIANT GERBILS

Floating along on a bed of epicurean marshmallows, Malcolm IV, king of the giant gerbils, nibbled on a lovely stilton and ordered the destruction of Paris by his army of flying pigs armed with lances and flame throwers. In the Kingdom of the Glowing Eggs, the latest crop of chimeras - half voluptuous maidens, half … Continue reading IN THE LAND OF THE GIANT GERBILS

JUST BECAUSE I’M PARANOID…

It's just a tree. Nature at it's most extraordinary. Why then does it look so menacing? Like an encircling web, or a tangled prison. Does it say more about my own character that I vilify it in this way? Is it symbolic of my own life? Am I trapped? Frustrated? Scared? My amble through the … Continue reading JUST BECAUSE I’M PARANOID…