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Another toll of the bell heralding the demise of traditional publishing? http://t.co/77LMrEccvF
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 25, 2013
Another toll of the bell heralding the demise of traditional publishing? http://www.nytimes.com/2013/03/23/books/barnes-noble-simon-schuster-dispute-said-to-hurt-sales.html …
"Through force of will, Beltamar thrust conscience’s gnats aside, and watched the Grolem…" http://t.co/jeX8nxifLH
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 25, 2013
“Through force of will, Beltamar thrust conscience’s gnats aside, and watched the Grolem…” http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0054RFWU2
strange expressions, of unknown origin ~ strange customs, of my origin, yet unknown #iam
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 25, 2013
strange expressions, of unknown origin ~ strange customs, of my origin, yet unknown #iam
"Art is at the discretion of the artist, not the audience – who are entirely free to dislike it." a post… http://t.co/1j5IOpfYUc
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 25, 2013
"Art is at the discretion of the artist, not the audience – who are entirely free to dislike it." a post… https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2012/04/my-point-of-wiew/ …
Fleeting dreams within our grasp ~ gone, as our memory makes its clasp. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 25, 2013
Fleeting dreams within our grasp ~ gone, as our memory makes its clasp. #thought
Whisper dreams into the wind ~ its echo, is your sigh ~ as another pointless day, goes by. #why
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 25, 2013
Whisper dreams into the wind ~ its echo, is your sigh ~ as another pointless day, goes by. #why
six poets against profit ~ their principles yield pain ~ not from them, the false principle, of gain. #more https://t.co/K4MrR3KjZ4
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 25, 2013
six poets against profit ~ their principles yield pain ~ not from them, the false principle, of gain. #more http://twitter.com/CGAyling/status/315996639892500480 …
Dragon kisses, that burning fire no-one misses.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 25, 2013
Dragon kisses, that burning fire no-one misses.
Wide-eyed, he watched vile, dark poison gush. http://t.co/FvMN5W00KN Chukrah’s reflex snatched his head aside, as the acrid stream swept by
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 25, 2013
Wide-eyed, he watched vile, dark poison gush. http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s Chukrah’s reflex snatched his head aside, as the acrid stream swept by
The only thing most us are trying to sell, is ourselves. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) March 26, 2013