Lost :

A pair of rose coloured glasses. If found, please return to Disillusioned Damsel in Distress.


I miss your lies.

For The Caveman

In response to "So tell me an interesting story dude..."



They had been inside the cave for as long as they could remember.Immobilized by chains...staring at that same spot on the wall. Imprisoned for all eternity.

A walkway stood behind those bound, and behind this wall burnt an everlasting, towering flame. As shapes of plants, animals, guitars and other things recognisable to us in the non allegorical world were moved across the walkway, the prisoners were enthralled by the shadows that appeared on the walls.

You are infact the author of this reality you find yourself so firmly rooted in. The prisoners indulge in what seems to be a meaningless game at the time, but soon becomes the only truth they know. They name the shapes according to their forms or sounds,judge each other according to the names each chooses for the shapes... even begin to like and dislike each other on the basis of the shadows. The shadows are their world.

And then suddenly...one of them is freed.

Blinding light. Sudden mobility. Atrophied limbs. Unwelcome freedom.
The pain begins to subside and a strange new world opens up before him. Three dimensional forms...illusions, surely, created by the dark shapes they watched all day long? Yet tempting, somehow. Whispered promises of a newer world. His eyes water looking at the raging fire, his mind tortured by the million twisting paths that suddenly begin to unfold themselves...

He turns to the others, but they no longer believe what his eyes see. He is no longer one of them. He does not understand the shadows like they do. A pity.

Confusion. Madness. Anger.
He stumbles around the cave. Stripped of beliefs, chilled to the soul.
There is a crevice on the far side of the cave, and somewhere in his newly awakened mind he knows that it calls to him. There is another world to be discovered, in that crevice. Another spectrum of light, colour and sound that will claw his sanity away...
As he crawls closer, he realises that it is infact not a crevice at all, but a doorway. His first taste of hope. Closer to the gap, the light is more blinding still. Alien sounds seem to build themselves up into a crashing crescendo...and he steps out of the cave.


At first there is chaos.
One day at a time, the din of noise and colour seeps into him. His eyes adjust to the brightness and details around him. At last, he is able to look up at the sky...at the source of it all...


All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
Beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All thats to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.




Plato's probably weeping on his fluffy couch up in heaven. My sincerest apologies...I've always loved the allegory of the cave. Couldn't resist the urge to re-write it for a silent, brooding caveman I know.

Lady Starry Delight

What's your pirate name?
Be creative, but brevity is the key.