galloping goblinIn Memoriam; The museum of delusionsIt's obviously a mental health clinic. Well, don't you see a lot of them there. Sitting tight! Sleeping in their rooms. Chinned down…Jun 30, 2018Jun 30, 2018
galloping goblinNights of tremorsIt’s always a night-shift for diaries, for writers beyond mindfulness, for the table lamps and light bulbs, for the dry skins and lucid…Apr 4, 2016Apr 4, 2016
galloping goblinThe Megalomaniac OneIt so happens, today is the ‘Mother’s Day’May 10, 2015May 10, 2015
galloping goblinHello Darkness!Truly, I have come to talk with you again. The letters were lost. Yet here I am contemplating the sins. Sins that I have never committed…May 8, 2015May 8, 2015
galloping goblinEntry 2: The SlaughterhouseIt’s a Sunday. You can tell by the lazy lights upon yours sheets, wrinkled, perfect for another snooze. But I am hungry. I need my Sunday…May 8, 2015May 8, 2015
galloping goblinEntry 1: The PillIt has a distant smell, that of Christian meadows, oriental bells hanging from a wind chime, soft breezy mild. The kind of darkness you…May 8, 2015May 8, 2015
galloping goblinGrimThe flower grew within, the fumes were fornicated. Bastards grew on paper, spilt ink spread their legs to the core of chaos. Thus the evil…May 8, 2015May 8, 2015