Essence Of Time

Tick tock tickety tock why wont time stop or take you back a year or two maybe even ten or more

You see it through a keyhole small it may be but if you peer in long enough you will visualise it becomes clear.

Ignorance is cruel ony later years will tell the cruel fate of hell what has become of your old self

Will no one listen does no one hear your pleas or the tick ticking of your inner cell they can all go to hell

The black pointed hands seem to be taunting you, mocking you hell even laughing at you
TICK TOCK god damd that bloody clock.

Now darkness has gone and the lightness rises and shines on your terror subsides. It will come and go no doubt just like the shroud that makes up the cloud.

Considered normal where I come from actually.

I do not appreciate you insinuating that I have a problem because I like words.

Andre — I hope so. I am banking on a dramatic sequel.

Meesha — Sadly, perhaps worryingly, not having the words does indeed interfere with my daily life. I should get out more, I know.

Isabelle — Send them on, by all means. The address is at the bottom of the page (probably).

The Lamb — The three steps are mostly invisible because I am tweading vewwy vewwy softly, like an ickle mouse.

Peach — I hope they will have learned how to juggle. Or balance items of cutlery on parts of their anatomy.

Goldfish — Bus tickets? No. Whole buses? Yes. Most definitely.

Annie — I am finding the idea of Word Raves, featuring words waving fluorescent glow sticks in the air and shouting techno!techno!techno!techno!, hugely appealing.

ramaging — rampaging

WAA — Word Addicts Annoymous

if its any consolation — the ramaging words have been holding all night raves round mine

perhaps we should start up W.A.D — word addicts annoymous?

xx

I’m sure yours will return though, everyone needs quiet times.…

(yes, this is a rubbish comment, but the pink goo looks rather appetising…)