Just my luck to discover that all those years of mocking God and the Devil paid off, and for my sins I’m being kept alive to stew just that little longer.

FYI, f*ck you both if that’s the case.


Learning to love is essentially an introduction into learning to hate.

We hate ourselves, we hate others, we can hate timing, circumstances, people, life all the way up to and including pretty much everything we want to at some point, and more often than not, most of our hate is misplaced.

A light, never to fade

The light that you brought, allowed me to see,

A glow that was destined to always be free,

Deep in my soul where the devil now plays,

Tormenting my heart, however she may.

Sensual Intimacies

Deliciously depraved, and an equal to corrupt,
A chemistry that fuels the fire, and brings you to your knees.

Winters delight.

Anyway, I digress… so, I do try to follow my own code of principles when out taking pictures and I do try to adhere (where possible) to my own internal ‘prime directive’ code of conduct which states clearly ‘whatever will be, will be’.

It’s my ‘Que sera f*ck it…’ kind of thing.  Works for me anyway, minimum fuss, maximum quantity of f*cks not given also.

Caught in a web.

Caught in a web, trapped with our thoughts, beautiful memories of all we once fought, though they fade with each day, I still see your smile, engraved on my heart, and trapped in my mind.

What happened to romance?

What people chose to look for can easily be exposed to predetermined societal influence depending upon the person, some enjoy the whole stereotypical marketing of an idea, others resist and seek their own interpretation, and some chose to ignore social convention and marry a tree.

So at what point did falling in love become an issue?

It’s probably me. In fact, I’m sure if you ask the right people, it definitely is me, but how come trying to fall in ‘love’ becomes nigh on impossible the older you get?
I mean, it’s like the single most beautiful experience you can ever feel in your life and yet trying to find someone to share it with is like trying to arm wrestle an Octopus.

The A-Z of #Lovehacks

V – Vajazzle.

If you even know what this word is, you’re already on shaky ground…

I am therefore I suffer.

Unexpected, unforeseen,
Unsure of all you seem,
Unawares to your purpose,
Resisting what I mean.