Category: Musings of a dissolute fox

I spend many hours here, days, weeks, lifetimes through the spring summer and autumn…the dragonflies are returning today, and nearby I see my old dark winged chums the…

  Us olden day folks… We need to understand, accept… that every day could be our last. Why are so many focused on speaking scripts, prescribed system vital…

I looked him in the eyes many times, I had held him in my arms many months, The vet told me he would soon be just bones. Still……

These last 7 days have plumbed new depths of depravity and wretchedness… These next 7 must be recovery of control at the helm of this dangerously listing ship.…

In a world where millions are listening to the skittle faced ghoul mong Mr Tickley Tekishi9, I dont need to go too far back to find when hippetyhop…

Keep the lights turned off…you will at first feel strange, but persevere, our eyes adjust… we can soon start to see without the electricity tormented filaments, its not…

Clear Blue Skies, the one eyed  man living amongst the blinded eyes, is lonely, a life spent seeking homely… feelings are all that ever matters. most have eyes,…

Currents of warm then cool roaming the shallows after arriving from the endless horizon, The flesh squeals with vitality, Mind awash with deluge from all directions of wilderness,…

I need to turn to the old gods…. and the humans, closest to my outline of species>>>> Sagan was an incredible offering of how amazing we could be,…

I realise now why I’ve been reluctant to write anything I could call even vaguely a eulogy,  a farewell,  for I struggle to think and let my heart…