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title is misleading.. this has nothing to do with bishops..

MY SOUL IS FAR AWAY. IT FLOATS ABOVE THE EARTH IN THE WILDER ON THE MOORS AND THE MOUNTAINS AT THE TOPS OF THE TREES. I ACHE FOR..

The butterflies poured from our Lips, bodies wriggling, Fluttering, gasping. Swarming they sought the air. We wanted to be free ..

It was summer We were drunk on The sun and other substances And I drew a place Somewhere new for us A world where the sky r..

Our dreams light up the sky… Shades of indigo and violet (The colours still wet, Fresh from the tube.) And we’re ..

from an altered book i'm making

from an altered book i'm making

from an altered book i'm making

Fragments Torn from a newspaper. I piece them together Make something new Their faces stare beyond me I watch their horror ..

Had a lecture yesterday about Palaeolithic Art. This i guess spawned from one of the theories...