Hi. I am alone. It’s dark in here. Where shall I begin? Are you comfortable? Well, I died in 1991. I never got to see the Spice Girls live and heaven knows what happened to my CRUISE! Well, life It was good if you count all the nutters I had the acquaintance of knowing. Vainglorious petty, tooContinue reading “Conversation With A Worm”
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Chapter One Of Unknown Fantasy Novel
Writing for kicks.The wind was blowing leaves down the road and I was walking in the same direction with less hurry about my shuffling gait. I saw her coming out of the Tesco Express with a pushchair. I ran up to greet her but in those twenty feet something happened. She grew taller and herContinue reading “Chapter One Of Unknown Fantasy Novel”
Mental Health Problem
There’s a bath shaped hole right where my brain used to be. Bruce Springsteen wrote and sang about a Wrecking Ball Well, I know where he’s coming from when tonight I get hit again. And dream about bath salts and a plug on a chain and shampoo. In reality, my head is going under andContinue reading “Mental Health Problem”
A Dragons Pleasure
Seeming, all the time to not belong to any race but your own Built out of sinew and flesh and bone. Have wings to fly, flames to fry. And a casual disdain for all but the fairest of passers-by. You keep your own counsel. Consulting the magic golden egg on matters of importance and state andContinue reading “A Dragons Pleasure”
Tinseltown
Like A Shining beacon in the Sky An attraction to animals and fireflys And various humans with different talents Be our hinterhands, our winterlands , or grazing lands. Be our home. Let the Stars Land Gently On Your Runways. Tinseltown. Rock, Hewn out of the hills. Now Listen. This land this fame, the coastal epiphany isContinue reading “Tinseltown”
Lifeline
i got on the bus but that wasn’t my destination. I was heading out of town to the hunting grounds. I had my rifle and 50 rounds of .22 ammunition. I was going rabbit hunting. It’s pretty good that you can still take live ammo onto public transport around here but that will probably changeContinue reading “Lifeline”
Greebo and Toad LeStrange
‘What a strange place to begin writing about your life,’ said Toad ‘The Pond?’ said Greebo ‘Yes Greebo, The pond. It’s hardly the place to start writing about one’s life. It’s not where we started. It’s where we end up! Figuratively speaking you understand’ replied toad ‘I began life in a hole in a ground…There was nobodyContinue reading “Greebo and Toad LeStrange”
How small is the eye of a needle?
Well, It’s pretty small. And before you ask I’m not a rich man. Today I cleaned my windows and watched a good film. Michael with John Travolta. It was moving. Did I believe in angels after watching it? Well, I did ask the question ‘What if there are angels amongst us?’ And I got the usualContinue reading “How small is the eye of a needle?”
The Clock Ticks
Tock. Tick Tock Tick Tock Happy New Year! Bon Anniversaire! Bienvenue! Such things occur, as they are wont to do. No? And the wind does change and a northerly blows past your window! Succour for the masses gathered in their classes. Huh? Not tonight my friend! Tonight is Your Life! BANG! You are dropped on yourContinue reading “The Clock Ticks”
Windows Monstery Saboteurs
Now there fucking adverts IN Microsoft Windows. I bet Bill Gates successor is laughing all the way to the bank! Where a homeless junkie will puke over his $20000 shoes and jab a syringe into his leg and inject his infected needle into his thigh spitting yellow blood speckled phlegm as he draws hisContinue reading “Windows Monstery Saboteurs”
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 