|From the Anonymous Nudes project. Please read the Journal for more details.|
Cross-hatched with fine ink-pens on card. A2 size.
DARK NONSENSEDARK NONSENSEDARK NONSENSE by TomSoya
Routine dictates in darken days, the omnipresent static gloom, tis prone to wipe n' bite n' tear and customarily consume; much surrounding scape and sky, wit' biting noxious fume. Sporadically, a star scarred cave, at th'uppermost corner of n' oblong sky wouldst, lethargic, lean and cough n' ooze it's limp foreboding grime, back onto land, spewn' out the thickest, blackest blood n' bile. There, even t' most buoyant 'f eyes would focus, impotent like, on t' neighbouring misted dream; a dark dream n' which all those entities embroiled w's taken way, against the' will, and herd to isolation land. The barren landscape whence they came would cry most every night at nine; clock prompt and then, 'sat owls down silent, as if in petrifying grief. In sympathy and tandem, s'if in prayer t' those most pitied peasant fools, the city dwellers, darkish blank, stood barefoot in accordance with th' daily rules; swamped all 'round by grey flann' cloth and midst metallic daily dr