Category: Musings of a dissolute fox

I have learned so many words. Which I can use to show what my mind tries to explain my heart, too often applying some semblance of reason and…

I grew up, for a part, in the garden of england…surrounded by violence, forced to run as the fox with the most feral of wolves…drawn into the pulse…

The mass media is a moshpit of mong, so few have any idea of how much the discourse permitted is controlled, right, left or whatever, if you are…

Life has become narrowed. Social media as my main variance of input of humanity. SO I turn to the ocean, throw myself below the surface before Winter relinquishes…

I was raised by wild urban wolves, who scared me as much as offered brutal example, of loyalty, an honour of the beasts. And as I have grown…

We are living in troubling times. Everywhere I turn I find encouragement to reveal myself as a label mass promoted by ‘media platforms’ easily traced to corporate interests.…

Stuck between the reality of movement into totalitarian fascism, getting my head down, trying not to worry that my curfew, my 5km range of movement, my permissible one…

It was a bother at first, some mega virus on the prowl, will kill millions they told us, then the message got scrambled…. ANd as the State began…

We are living in more bothersome times than ever before. THE VIRUS ABOUNDS. Which leaves me worried… mainly of my dear mother goose. And for the old, vulnerable…

I find ever more narrow the listening to find the real poets of our generally appalling species closer to the cockroaches than the lions and primates of whom,…