by Ash | May 25, 2010 | The Prophets
But the story of Justice was not the one I wanted to tell you readers about… I wanted to tell you about the child from the glass city who rudely brought me back to reality; just when the Lady Justice accepted the rose I offered her. As I turned to the person who... by Ash | May 25, 2010 | The Prophets
I took the train today… but I was not really in the train. I was with the Lady Justice as she recalled the tale of how she lost her sight. No.. no… that was not my fault… I blinded the Lady Hope, Justice is another story altogether. She is the one... by Ash | May 24, 2010 | The Prophets
All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up. -James Baldwin .. yes.. I have been vomiting for many years but there seems to be no end to it!! In order... by Ash | May 23, 2010 | The Prophets
Projectile – n. the final arbiter in international disputes. Formerly these disputes were resolved by physical contact of the disputants with such arguments as the rudimentary logic of the times would supply – sword, spear, and so forth. With the growth of... by Ash | May 23, 2010 | The Prophets
Took a walk along the corridors of the past, I went with a friend who was more than a friend once upon a time. It seems like a lifetime ago but its been only months, I find I am a stranger to these halls and my friend became a stranger to me as well. How quickly... by Ash | May 22, 2010 | The Prophets
I left the city of rapists for the tyrant (who rules that corrupted land) would have his pregnant mistress blown up under the watchful eye of his slothful Dowager Queen. I ran to the city that is made up of shining glass purchased from distant lands, paid for with the...
