THE LITTLE MAN! Stamps outdate by the same old folktales that echo morality in the face of dawn. The crowded memories bedridden to sweet melodies banging in barren islands of smoldering tales twisting to the sound of morning, fangs of desparation slowly creeping towards a dear old pal. Application of reality is a song rhymed in a mind that clatters through windows phantoming towards temporaly misplaced opinions. The journey to tommorow is written on a daily basis as the favourate echoing of the memories that dawn time. In the jungle the laws differ, a veil is cast between self with the defination of self mostly aligning with first impressions as a clown reading a book without the cover. In the desert running like dunes thoughts fumble steps in the the blown whirlwind of time, slowly yet fading reality becomes the manifestation of ink cramped in plastic sweating arousal from paper blank with imaginations to fill. Stories are best intepreted with understanding which comes after knowledge...
a novel in the making