Archives....

A glimpse into my archive of material... here's a piece from 1992:

Ewe The Jury

Blink! Blink! Blink! Utopian beams of ultra - violet continued their vain efforts to penetrate the menacing vagabonds before them. Swifts darted urgently through these same obstacles, devoting a sublime message to the initiated and heralding the eventually arrival of 'le soliel'!

An unsurprising day lay ahead of Mr Smith... or perhaps not! Resembling a preconceived ideal routed through Hollywood's finest, Mr Smith knew that his amorphous role was only a pseudonym away from notoriety. This self knowledge only helped to make every passing moment adverse and tedious beyond belief!

Chomp! Chomp! Chomp! Gritty shards of blandness filtered through his well worn molars; a microcosm of cardboard that choked him with every swallow. When you have no variety and no view of escape then stomaching the facade becomes an easily solved conundrum...

Visions of previous days swirled and moulded with Mr Smith's already afflicted view to form a surreal eon of monotony... void of dawn or dusk! Peeping out for a glimpse of reality was a precarious affair; thus making Mr Smith's alternate consciousness a tad more inviting. In the safe foetal environment of intellectual faculties it is always easier to explore forbidden areas with an unsurpassed vigour. Mr Smith was beginning to see the light!

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