As we approach the Dragon breeding season there are a number of important pieces of advice the Dragon Conservation Society wishes to offer to the public.   1 Dragon Mating   Should you look out of the aircraft window on the way to your fortnight in Tourmalines this summer and see a […]

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Does God have a sense of humour? You may think there are more important matters to consider in a world of turmoil and uncertainty. I’m not so sure. Yesterday I visited an apartment I’m about to rent out to tenants. I wanted to make sure I was giving them the correct set of keys (Wot […]

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The Well Meaning   We had other things we shared: a conspiratorial eye; the fantasised axioms of unassailable certainty.   The world’s an easy place to change, when fettered only by caution, embalmed in an all too comfortable sufficiency.   So we took no prisoners; slaughtered the guileless shibboleths of the acquiescent, left our boot […]

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Peak Oil   Have you not heard? The pen is mightier than the sword, they say, mightier, sharper, dissevering deep between a mortal’s spirit and his soul.   How swiftly the embodied shed their glorious clouds, those wispy trails of echoed godliness, only to see them blown away upon the troposphere where Decima writes the […]

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Poets Die Young   In case I die too fast of this sad wound, thought light it seems to be, take note that I refuse to let this mortal flesh rest silent in a graveyard row with countless other men. For men may rather count on me to rage and row as if appointed spokesman […]

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  Poets Die Young   In case I die too fast of this sad wound, thought light it seems to be, take note that I refuse to let this mortal flesh rest silent in a graveyard row with countless other men. For men may rather count on me to rage and row as if appointed […]

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Peak Oil       Have you not heard? The pen is mightier than the sword, they say, mightier, sharper, dissevering deep between a mortal’s spirit and his soul.   How swiftly the embodied shed their glorious clouds, those wispy trails of echoed godliness, only to see them blown away upon the troposphere where Decima […]

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The Well Meaning   We had other things we shared: a conspiratorial eye; the fantasised axioms of unassailable certainty.   The world’s an easy place to change when fettered only by caution, embalmed in an all too comfortable sufficiency.   So we took no prisoners; slaughtered the guileless shibboleths of the acquiescent, stamped our boot […]

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