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Blood has featured and still does in a lot of my work mainly because in some form or other it has been a part of my early life. Sitting here at lunch I had a mental block. What to write? A piece of flash fiction? A poem? Maybe I should just do some ebaying.

Then I thought of the theme of blood and returned to it to see where it led me. It is always interesting to see where something will lead, when picked out of the air.

I have tried to right about time with "tick tock" in it for some time. Never managed to nail it.

Time is a relentless rhythm, it stops for nothing, not even death, it just keeps on going and going. It has no care only that it ticks ever onwards.

The following is a doodle to exercise the brain cells. Not had time to check this. Lunch is over - back to work.

Careless Shepherds

Time is not a lover but
a wanton womb and purple prick
an orgasm to light a wick
to flick infants in the dock
smash their heads in with a rock