About

In the sea side village of Riverton, lives a Gramarian by the name of Graham. In the depths of his attic he creates images. One night, purely by random chance and hard work, Graham stumbled across a revolutionary new form of communication. And thus birthed Gramskrit.

The Stubborn Shibboleth

My mind is spinning memories/ And thoughts/ And dreams of what may be/ And philosophies of who I am/ Are arguing in the hall/ I shout them out and find/ In loneliness I find/ I'm spleeping with them all.