the writer Write he shall, scribble, quick, wrist impaired, his fingers thick. Letters, words, sentences, wow: the lot, who, what, where and how. Will they soon be getting closer? Shall he be their love composer? Write he shall, scribble, quick, wrist impaired, his fingers thick.

boy's head his boy's head became skull his skin a bloodfilled bladder death creeps into his body gnawing at the flesh on his bones his large, hollow eyes wander about the room like a bewildered child and all he can feel is pain like that he godforsaken dies on the cross without a crown the sun keeps shining brightly the earth vibrates with traffic

horrorfestival Blood squirts, flesh rots, slime dribbles, pain screams, hell opens. Mirrors crack, bells toll, cats screech, insects swarm, dead rise. The boy licks his lips over creatures of the deep, trolls, vampires, cunning psycho's and sex-murderers. but frightens to death when my hand barely touches his knee.