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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
scraps of memory, condensed down to sweating seconds of fevered scriblings: drunken ramblins on love and loss, gods and beasts. just more scrawlings on the cave wall, left to be buried in corners, forgotten, beneath hours, ash and dust...later, re-discovered, re-collected, re-connected re-worked...sun spat-out birds, broken beaked, dying in my hands...a little blood and blue-black tears running down, in between...confessions of gods and demons crawling across the lawn...(r to x rated at times), but ultimately, honestly, just more arrhythmic beatings of another trembling child's heart.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
scraps of memory, condensed down to sweating seconds of fevered scriblings: drunken ramblins on love and loss, gods and beasts. just more scrawlings on the cave wall, left to be buried in corners, forgotten, beneath hours, ash and dust...later, re-discovered, re-collected, re-connected re-worked...sun spat-out birds, broken beaked, dying in my hands...a little blood and blue-black tears running down, in between...confessions of gods and demons crawling across the lawn...(r to x rated at times), but ultimately, honestly, just more arrhythmic beatings of another trembling child's heart.