Jon Lloyd

Biography of Jon Lloyd

I thought it was about time that I rewrote this. It’s not that I have anything more to say. It’s also not that I have anything less to say. It’s just that I wanted to replace one example of nothingness with another. It can be so satisfying sampling different slices of meaninglessness, don’t you think? Updates


Running frenzied through the forest
Screams and bugle calls and howls
Panic grips my fragile body
Causing twisting in my bowels.

Bracken tearing at my flesh -
Blood clings sticky to my side -
Hounds and horses: blood-red coats
Rushing at me like the tide.

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